| Still slipping away |
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Passing |
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Days away |
| Nothing much
changed |
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Living a life of |
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One |
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Alone |
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| Way of life that
has |
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Become |
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Comfortable |
| Peace of mind |
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No longer |
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Eluding |
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Me |
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| Content in the |
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Solitude |
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Tranquility |
| Happiest time of my
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Life |
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Discovered in |
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Alone |
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| Such a joy |
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No longer being |
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Tortured |
| Forgetting the |
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Nights of hell |
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Flames of |
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Two |
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| My days and nights |
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No longer filled
with |
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Screams and anger |
| Just the |
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Quiet of one |
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Silence of |
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Alone |
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| No one left to |
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Whip me |
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Hate me |
| No one left to |
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Tell me how |
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Horrible I |
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Am |
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| Given up the |
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Joys of |
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Sexuality |
| But it's not so bad |
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Such a small |
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Price to pay |
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Alone |
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| Maybe there's hope
for |
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Happiness in |
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Two |
| Potential for |
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Far more |
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Joy than |
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Grief |
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| But I have my |
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Doubts about |
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Two |
| Heard so many |
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Sad stories |
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So I cling to |
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Alone |
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| Is it even possible |
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Anybody really |
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Happy with love |
| So many sad songs |
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Singers |
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Crying to the |
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Nights |
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| Maybe someday |
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Someone will |
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Change my mind |
| But until then I |
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Wander still |
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Happy in the |
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Alone |
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