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The center of the earth is the end of the world |
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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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A perception torn; a deception born |
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Happiness isnt meant for the wretched souls of todays society |
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"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, |
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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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"A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight." |
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I cry less |
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Till death do we part |
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When you try to wipe up blood all you do is spread the stain |