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The finale.
My chest hurts.
I tried to keep myself together.
Now I'm at your door.
Now, I'm a snivelling wretch.
I'm so broken.
You're not here
My soul feels like that.
I feel buried.
Well, soon
It'll be the real thing.
I guess.
I tried to keep myself together.
Now I'm at your door.
Now, I'm a snivelling wretch.
I'm so broken.
You're not here
My soul feels like that.
I feel buried.
Well, soon
It'll be the real thing.
I guess.
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