A lie hurts more than the truth.
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My favorite scary colour, peered
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into the darkness these small uncertain moves.
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Is there any truth in their words?
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Misfortune never come singly
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They went over to my enemies.
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Fighting against heavy odds.
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Shameless lie uncontrolled figures.
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Bow to the inevitable
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Life playing such games
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Can you really answer these
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Harmless questions of life?
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Audience of the madness remnants of my mind
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Invading my thoughts. Conjure up the spirit of the
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dead.
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Deeds speak louder than words
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Harsh actions a suspicious look.
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The pricking of thorns, the sting of remorse
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The stimulus of praise.
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Listening to this dead march, under a maze of pity.
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A surge of pity. The pricking of thorns.
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The stimulus of praise.
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Surge Of Pity
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| Nightrage |
