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Nothing's changed...
It's just me Feed up with my life. Can't die...'cuz I haven't lived, Can't live, 'cuz I'm already dead. Looking for myself Can't find me alone, I know too little and Yet, too much to go on. I mourn for my ignorance, The burgan of knowledge Is more than I can take... I could have loved you all, If I wouldn't have known You for real... Now it's too late, It's even hard to love myself Can't go.. I don't have the power I'm too weak and yet too happy Despite my misery... Can't decide to let go Of everyting that I could have. 'till the end... Emprison by myself here..
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