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like a nuclear winter in my head I am virgin to this toxic warmth that seems to be only a memory of dead poets who lie to sell hope... not much diffrent then religion - but they die to find out the truth and oddly enough I do not seem far from this.
The jokes on me, I lose, I lost, I need to find that girl in my head who haunts my dreams with such pure perfection that I am scared to fall asleep because I do not want to wake up again.
... I was born into this.
The jokes on me, I lose, I lost, I need to find that girl in my head who haunts my dreams with such pure perfection that I am scared to fall asleep because I do not want to wake up again.
... I was born into this.