Stiff as hell. Fade to black. Blackness swells. Forgetting never felt so
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good. Yeah, remembering only as a reference. Today is gauged by how
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unhappy I am not. I can still hear what's going on back there and I don't
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care. One would struggle to find some kind of peace of mind but I
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just don't care. Once would struggle to find some kind of peace of mind.
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Even when this dance is over I won't stop moving. I will never miss a
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beat. I would not be able to move like this without having walked through
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your door. I would not. No, not without having my eyes shut...
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or having watched them burn. Shaped, redirected, reevaluated, created a new
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man. Thanks for getting me in. I'll get you next time.
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Much like discipline is the price to pay for progression, the admission price for happiness
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is often suffering. Regret loses it's luster and appeal after considering that where we are in
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our lives is merely the product of experiences and decisions. The not-so true madness that
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others put us through becomes a standard with which to compare our happiness to. So
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thanks for getting me in. I won't be paying you back.
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The Fish Under The Sea Dance
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| Burnt by the Sun |
