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the taste of poison is evident.
fueled by the everlasting stench of desire we all strive to be what others want us to become.
our dreams from the minds of everyone else are far from scarce, yet forgetful we are to the pain that is reality and life is owned by ourselves.
birth and death are the only two promises and we only have one left.
condemn the minds of others.
fueled by the everlasting stench of desire we all strive to be what others want us to become.
our dreams from the minds of everyone else are far from scarce, yet forgetful we are to the pain that is reality and life is owned by ourselves.
birth and death are the only two promises and we only have one left.
condemn the minds of others.