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The dark fears me. I wonder why? |
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Don't worry, I'll scare the shadows away. |
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The gates to Hell won't open... Why won't they let me in?! |
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I can't see through this haze of sleepless dreaming. Light breaks, but I rise no more. |
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Suicide is hating yourself! |
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Life isn't for living but for destruction |
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My mind is its own; |
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Memories are like blood, constantly flowing and constantly coming, and both as you die just seem to stop. |
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Sticks and stones may break my bones |
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And then you left |