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Happiness, anger, love, hate, and hope are just feelings if they are real or not is up to you |
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Everything ends so look at the present not the future |
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The only pain is the pain you think to be real |
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"A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight." |
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"Consider it not so deeply."..."These deeds must not be thought after these ways; so, it will make us mad." |
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Infirm of prupose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead are but pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt. |
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"DIE LIKE YOU ARE DEAD. |
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>XX |
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Shadows crawl across |
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He doesn't miss me, He doesn't know me, And he deeply doesn't care. |