Like death never content.
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Starve the old and feed the new
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and it's all your fault.
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Was there love once or have I forgotten her?
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I have been sold into slavery.
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I try to drown my sorrows but the sorrow swims well.
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It's all your fault.
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Your fault
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A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing.
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Motion without meaning.
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Action without function
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nothing will breed nothing.
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Vertebraille: Choke that Thief Called Dependence
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| Norma Jean |
