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Just lately I've been feeling like I don't belong, like the ground's not mine to walk upon...And I sat watching a flower as it was withering. I was embarrassed by it's honesty...I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face, not this fucking wreck that's taken it's place...So please forgive what I have done. No, you can't stay mad at the setting sun. Cuz we all get tired, I mean, eventually there's nothing left to do but sleep