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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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My life is dark and black and sad:
It’s just like dust, without a lad. It’s like a dream that never fades or like a sound that always wades. My life is gone, forever now. I do not know the why, the how: It fled, escaped, it ran away as madness shaped or like a prey. My life had vanished long time ago without permission, it took my soul My life had lost her false illusions before my death, bringing delusions.
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