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But there are things that only remind you of your own helpless depression... 11:33
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The good things (which luckily there aren't). Those hurt. 07:40
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A surgeon cuts a torn wound. Don't leave a Georgian on the gauze. 34:57
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It was about death for a long time. Now I don't care, I'm waiting. 14:12
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Farewell takes a bald scarf. Lets stay with the trap examination. 04:14
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Which one is better? When you're nervous... that's for sure. 06:52
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Can this mirror break? Can I break it? 08:35
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A landscape from the past hidden behind a veil. 14:45
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And going to bed at night. Alone. The best. Not scary. 09:49
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I don't give a shit, because it alienates me. It wobbles, crunches, melts. 06:15
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I don't want to become one through you. I want to be one. 04:52
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The slaked lime does not escape. The bride of a secret conspirator. 04:59
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A stake can bypass a dog in the middle of the moon. 12:04
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A half-bunk bed. While a potato stalk hangs with some dead wine. 10:26
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The mule he made a stick with afterwards is still whining. 08:48
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A shard of body fluid with a silicate mass. 05:15
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Dead. Seen. Deaf impudence is a blindfolded rose bush. 07:31
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Is it allowed to murder a kidney sometimes? Ferry crossing is actually forbidden. 33:00
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Imagination beckons inside and stops. Only. 12:32
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I don't like sausage. Especially not when the red joint is cracked. 07:48
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Give him the fandli. You're profiting, as always. 13:51
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His member in front of the marrowy team leader. 22:50
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Our gaze is worn. It's there. Frustrating penis. 07:45
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A roof covers a worn table corner cushion. 16:35
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Where only compliance is expected, it is difficult to be a man. 11:04
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Freedom accumulated after veil, what is empty. 06:58
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He rested. The table collapsed. The little blacksmith runs underfoot. 09:19
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Flameless onion sour cream fat. Fog, onion. Root-analysis quadrant island. 07:36
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It is not a native image at all. An Allen key floating above a word. 11:22
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The craftsman is great, but the blikfang is not cunning enough. 14:06
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Isolation is not love. It's just habit. You have to meet something 26 times. 01:35
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Enough of the past again. There is no letting go, only getting up in the morning. 21:27
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It wasn't flax, but solo. Scraped taste, which barks. 06:04
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Killing in the name of (Pulled down death, line. The cap had to be forced.) 05:16
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Where does madness run? Still not a great art. 05:01
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Why did yesterday become bald? How do we count the excess? 20:27
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I prefer to sleep when I am tired of thoughts. The tireless continue to torture. 18:58
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A primitive national bag with the end of a spoon that has been filled. 26:56
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Divine play. The audience is having fun. 07:35
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You just look at me as a man. You don't have to go up, but you don't have to go down. 04:43
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You need admiration. at least in one thing. Of course, reciprocity is not excluded. 05:04
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Where is the border? An impenetrable hope calls. 05:08
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You're welcome. Perverse space-time falls on the poverty before the shroud. 07:16
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A mustang, but it doesn't turn. It smells, but it's not tasty. 20:58
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So is God. Then so am I. My past. A sad case. 05:03
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It's not worth it! I'll cut it. 14:56
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It shows the cold place of the errors under the bridge. Who is who? 05:00
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I'll stay material. For this little while. If not, then. 04:43
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A list of coincidence luck faith hope ...and it's still growing. Or not! Who cares? 23:39
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I've met identical twins three times, only once, but it reminded me that they're the third. 34:15
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You took it, but it's still not enough. Will it never be enough 18:11
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The nerves on the field are fraying. 04:45
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Tomorrow there's a nice funeral waiting. 05:11
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The dream isn't real enough. If it is, you'll wake up. 04:47
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Is the ban permissible(.) Is the dose of anxiety endless(.) 04:44
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Hood ponders at the sight of the wrong doorway. 06:00
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His laughter trembles. An imaginary testicle blinks from the horizon. 08:56
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Power feeding, even though a stranger is nibbling. 10:42
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A potato peeler is deservedly a scolder. 04:45
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Actually. A huge castle stands there. An incapable county. It says a lot. 25:36
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Excess. How many more years. How much I hate this age. A sip of cyanide. 04:42
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I just hope that somewhere, someone fills it. 04:37
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You ruined me. I'm not the bad guy, the bad cop. 05:40
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I'm getting tired of this role. I won't throw, but I won't remain your target. 04:38
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I take all the bad feelings away from someone. Selfless. No. There's no choice. 15:06
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I'll have a hoodie after an egg body. Worm drives how I'll get rid of the line. 05:03
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The word of a mortal past cuts me to the core. 04:33
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I'm not the one to be scolded, held accountable, and thrown at. 04:47
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Role change. New act. Subtraction. Multiplication. 31:48
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I'm unanimous, if the whites of my teeth show otherwise. 16:04
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You just believe. Where should I go now. 04:36
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Not only in the family. Hereditary antipathy. 05:21
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And instead of stomach cramps, anger. Empathy is not accepted. 04:04
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It itches. It hurts. Itches. The car and my mother. And of course my father. 17:40
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You did it, I'm the one suffering! 04:35
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Why don't you leave me alone. If I die, then like this. 08:48
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And that is the most important thing. If it is good, then it really hurts. 18:12
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Enough! Of this too. 04:47
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The only good thing is if you really undress yourself. I can't see! Eyes in a bottle. 53:29
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Memory. Waste. The body's problem. I would crawl out from under my skin. 04:19
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I want to be above everything. The good is a collateral loss. 04:37
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My consciousness is already peeling. Helpless. It's already beyond me. 13:02
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If nihil, then there should be a vacuum. No. Then there is no suffering. 04:16
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A series of flashbacks I've never seen before surprise me. 01:49
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Fortunately, faith is not my bread. Still, a break will occur. 04:29
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But for how long. Is death really salvation. Only hope remains. 05:35
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I break Hungarian. There is no yin and yang. 05:00
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Only nothingness. And I am in it. But why does it hurt so much. 05:31
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The moment. As soon as it is over, it is bad. Even if it was good, it is not that now. 14:05
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No one hears anyway. Just as they don't help. True, they don't know. 04:21
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Serious distance. Relationship, he loves you. 04:20
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The main mistake was that I believed it. How could it be good. 11:30
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And He, and I. It wasn't like this in every escaping year. 04:12
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Nothing motivates me. 04:19
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The nethermost of neutral floating. There is no goal. 40:47
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Or 1.5. Of course I can't call it good. Just, existing – in the past. 04:15
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Now I know. If you fall on your face several times, you get stronger. 14:25
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The sinful noise smells. Shit. It was. 04:31
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Was there a time when I did. I'm gasping, but not for air. 04:18
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You could have stayed that alcoholic prototype. 04:32
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What remains of a man by the age of 45. 15:05
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Yesterday. Shot. Far away. Next to your face. 04:05
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You wouldn't have gone for it. You believed it. You shouldn't have. 03:52
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The will. It doesn't exist. We can call it whatever we want. It is avoided. 06:19
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The self-torture of small-mindedness. The labyrinth of the infinite spiral. Welcome. 04:06
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I was under a suffering structure until the wicked deed came, Zorro! 05:27
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Late is not a good word. Never on time. We leave the place. Unnoticed. 27:29
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I would like to believe that whoever got a piece of me... uses it. 11:42
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The face is fake, but I'm not real either. That. And this. 02:12
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He confronts me with an enormous amount. 18:48
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Where do we start? What should I use as a basis? 03:53
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I didn't get slapped enough. 03:05
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And yet how much better it would be if I died a long time ago. 03:30
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What do so many women take away. What does he take with him? 03:40
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Choose. I was forced to hold on. 03:19
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If I do I'll die, like the world. As always, my childhood theories are true. 04:16
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If there wasn't that little swing. I stay liked. Is that a year? 17:36
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The bear washes underneath. Who spreads laundry on the doorstep? 33:01
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I want to get them back 04:20
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The sickle of the charlatan Satan floats in the wind, if I say so. 05:27
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Will anyone come back Just so I don't find out about the crap. 02:35
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No answer. The number is busy, but it can't be connected. 14:41
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Crazy wind, dripping on the wall of the ladder. 05:05
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Or carries it around their neck. 10:12
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Life, color, line are interrupted. 05:30
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I'm starting to run out of aorta. 17:52
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I would like to believe that whoever got a piece of me... uses it. 29:29
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And everyone who turned to me disappears. 05:21
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A pile of worms spends its time above the iron-toothed raised floors. 03:05
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So there could be a process. As they told me back then, a marble base (I was). 03:45
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When there is. It won't be after that. 08:06
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The mysterious symptom of the chest cannot be a coincidence. 09:25
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But - for now - for me it's more destruction, cutting. Everything is one piece. 21:27
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You little chestnut broom hair end that is caulking. 01:37
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The exaggerated cloak swings on the tip of a cap. 12:01
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Will they get a different role, in another country, world, universe? 06:39
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NO problem. Of course, let's repeat that it's not the fall that counts. 06:41
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If it helps, I say, do it. What helps I really don't know by now, this is what's left of me. 29:51
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I would add: life is an echo in a mirror. 07:05
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Who asks the lesson. Should I cancel or give up completely 04:02
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We know we know. We don't believe it. This is important. 07:07
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Sure. I don't know. Everyone cuts out a part and puts it in their pocket. 06:48
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Another book, the same thing written over and over again. 33:12
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But even the father couldn't handle a child with a vein. 07:08
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It won't last long. Only until dawn. 31:25
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And you watched, but you didn't understand that I did it for you. 06:03
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Willingness can pass over the Trojan spinal cord by the small-minded showman. 14:03
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A ruthless flea that defends justice cruises in the emerald's jealous cylinder. 12:37
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God is good, you know. And also that I know. 10:44
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The twin would eavesdrop, but the poor mouse of stimulus doesn't hit the ground. 06:38
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A ruminative metamorphosis floats on a sea wave. 07:08
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The cruel team captain furred along the formed viaduct. 06:42
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The eardrum rings, you top the milestone ridge with incorrect moves, micron. 06:47
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Selfless truth is a veil. The wall gives the first. 15:11
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Heaven has struck my net, demand freedom for the flowing, spaceless, destructive hungry. 08:07
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And it's allowed to open it for the last time, wondering how to adjust the polluting sound of flying dog milk when you hear the bell. 33:04
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I'm swirling. I don't bother my circles. I nail. 05:35
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You tap the undulations that stretch from edge to edge. 03:53
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The windshield is always dark, the contemptuous dirt is not co-educated. 19:14
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Long snowy days. No minuses came, but if they did, it didn't rain either. 06:39
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If you let it. If not, then behind the godless thunder is a content. 11:52
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You can milk the pile every time, but you cannot be satisfied with yourself. 07:29
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Put what can be seen at an angle on the wall. 06:51
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To be with. To sweat for good. 31:12
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The disappearance of the search for the past is continuously decisive. 12:43
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Maneuver idle trash. Yet not completely helpless development has struck you. 06:13
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The snake's leg sticks out. The crocodile bites the crinoline. 06:44
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Perfectly irreparable tiles would have simply been beaten if you hadn't rammed sails full of goo into a pile. 22:45
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1818 thus the little hamster seedling's muscles solo under the diamond ermine roof rack cover. 12:53
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But it's not impossible to do the crazy clock setting if you don't. 06:37
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Just because it hurts and you want to kill yourself. 08:53
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Yes, I'm afraid. FROM THE GOOD. Because it's bad. 06:27
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I would have lived near a roof if the gaping void above the undergrowth hadn't bothered me. 22:28
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Immortal little sea green hops split reminds. 23:28
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The shattered hilltop is panting. The dough could have risen soon. 06:05
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Even if it sucks. What `s in it To say it's good 06:04
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Scout sausage in the lecsó. The tongue jelly drips. 06:00
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All-hereditary amen. In a dream... the superhero chastises with pride. 43:00
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Can the part find its cool place in the whole 36:41
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The sweet foam of dry beer. 09:51
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Then it must be good. Why else would I do it? 10:56
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Actresses, stories. Same. OR. Me without me. 08:50
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I don't need a time machine, of course it would be better with today's head... but I'm stuck. 33:50
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An interrogative word falls without humility. 12:12
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I need a motto (if I don't have dreams or goals anymore). 05:01
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Disaster tourism. Snakebite with a scythe. 22:21
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Demonstration in a different color. It's not time to change. 06:00
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A list of my expectations, if I don't write it down. 05:31
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This letter is a reason of recognition. 06:24
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To cease in thought. Don't be an expectation of myself. 05:09
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I dare not be happy. It's been a long time. 04:56
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I know everything, but I understand nothing. 04:45
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Entanglement. Collectively unimaginable. 24:32
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Declaration of admissibility. 24:22
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A fall, but not full of adrenaline. Impact, but it doesn't hurt. 04:31
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That's even better. GOOD from today! 04:07
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I will have a look at it later. But I won't tell you. 24:06
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But I think so. More and more, you repeat. 23:24
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NO. They come, they go. I'll stop at one. 04:23
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I will do it. Always. Again and again. 04:27
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There is no pain there. I do not know. 04:07
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You will receive the pictures further. From somewhere else? 03:46
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To continue. His partner keeps spending. 22:09
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Indispensable graduation. Honestly. 22:24
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Unknown 2. St. Thomas. I don't write. I don't. 03:51
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To deal with it with this. But then what should I do? 11:25
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With whom? Out with him. Finally it would be good. 03:52
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Let's book it as good. 03:26
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A sense fell out. But it doesn't stop. 17:13
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Out of nothing. Let's say it together. Mass hypnosis for all my selves. 18:22
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Then the ear turns off. This should be made aware. 05:56
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I already wrote down the words. 06:44
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But it will be gone by then. But that's good. 06:25
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Dreams? You close your eyes 09:43
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A bisected element. Self-scribble repetition mantra. 02:09
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A bitter confrontation. Pulpitus, Pontius. Ergo PUSSY. 06:19
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Of course! TRUE. I can't find my place, on the runway. 22:26
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Suffering is always a win. Wow, that's pressure! 20:30
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Just the usual. Try for help. Cry for hemp. I'm not a drug addict. 06:46
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I would even believe it. If it wasn't ME. 06:49
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I see something else now. But I can hear. 06:55
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BUT IT'S OVER. This is important. 25:11
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Then I reflected from another point of view. 27:41
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Saint Peter is just a rock, I'm a fucking diamond. 10:57
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Fear, passivity. Waiting. Recognition. Activity. 05:49
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AND! I decide to go home and work. 17:57
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All day. You should study. But I have a job. 28:01
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Like a homeless. I don't describe with whom. 07:18
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Then to work. I've been sitting here for 2 days now. 06:12
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I jump to the side of life. Escaping, stepping aside. 16:27
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In advance, grandson. I'm looking back. 09:37
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Away. From everything. From what didn't happen. 05:30
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I'm going crazy. Just the plug. Always. 24:01
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But what else? Well, right. You just say... when did you fuck. 24:01
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NO. Awakening. 05:04
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I let go of the years. It will just be over. 25:34
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The dreams. I'm sitting in the pharmacy. 07:16
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