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Goodmor... Fuck it...
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
FUCK
the pain
those twisted feelings
that hangovery shit
what happened last night?
who cares?
why look at the past?
aim for the
stars
even if you miss you will be among them
deprived of
oxygen as I may add
dead
dead...
death sounds a bit
tempting
not that I am one of those guys that can
actually
do
it
I am not that brave
I have been close and i tell you
there is no light
there is no tunnel
there is nothing
nothing
it is hard to grasp the concept of nothing
and I can't paint it for you
but still
this
"nothing"
seems better than
today
FUCK
the pain
those twisted feelings
that hangovery shit
what happened last night?
who cares?
why look at the past?
aim for the
stars
even if you miss you will be among them
deprived of
oxygen as I may add
dead
dead...
death sounds a bit
tempting
not that I am one of those guys that can
actually
do
it
I am not that brave
I have been close and i tell you
there is no light
there is no tunnel
there is nothing
nothing
it is hard to grasp the concept of nothing
and I can't paint it for you
but still
this
"nothing"
seems better than
today
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