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My mind is very fast
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Maybe someday they will understand me, but until then I will have to suffer a lot.
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I hate audiences, spectators and viewers. It makes me hate myself.
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What if I don't wake up?
Will you miss me?
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Being crazy in a troubled world is not madness, it is sanity.
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nothing scares me anymore...
an exhausted mind in an exhausted body
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Maybe one day everything will get better, but just maybe...
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My bed of roses will only begin when I'm inside a box, surrounded by fake people telling me how much they love me. But that's not true. The truth never existed.
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Hey Satan, payin' my dues Playin' in a rocking band
Hey momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land, wow
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Mm, don't stop me
Eh-woo
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Give up your heart, left broken And let that mistake pass on
'Cause the love that you lost wasn't worth what it cost
And in time, you'll be glad it's gone
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The Beauty of Death
Death is a beauty,
a rest shrouded in darkness,
where silence embraces
what life has torn apart with the claws of illusion.
Pain is a sadness,
faithful as the shadow that never leaves,
it whispers in empty nights
and screams where no one else is.
Happiness is a clarity,
a fleeting reflection in a murky lake,
so distant, so untouchable,
that it feels more like an absurd dream.
Between what I am and what I have lost,
I find myself in the ruins of what remains,
a broken heart, a forgotten echo,
waiting for an end that never came.
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Nature is a bed of roses, while death is a sea of nightmares. When they connect, they make everything even more special.
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Just someone in search of truth, pain, suffering and justice. But that doesn't mean that just because I like to suffer, I really want to.
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