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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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Here we are at this fatal hour
Here I am howling my solitude like a wolf I stand on top of my illusions and see it clearly now : it was nothing. Love is nothing. Love comes alone, it needs no company. Love is misery. I lick my tears and shout at myself point my finger at the reflection then break the mirror into a million pieces each for each word given to you Shattered into a million selves I just lie there Idle idle idle forever I am gone. We are gone.
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