Sweet sins scars my horizon.
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Got nothing to expect in this emotional unstable time.
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Looking forward there is a meanningless life to go.
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Path of sorrow! Age of decay!
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Pictures of wrong decisions veils my sleep but the lines are drawns.
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Nothing could release me. Am I born to excuse my way of thinking?
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Am I force to justifiy who I am? Death.
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Sweet death could be a mercyful fate.
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Delivered of despair.
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New kind of freedom.
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A new kind of face.
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New Kind Of Freedom
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| Caliban |
