"ONE FVR ALL AND ALL FVR ONE"
I regret having a heart, This is the tool with which they tear me apart, I should never have started, I will never learn from scars, People are superfluous in this world, Without them, the earth would not have burned, Coughing up blood is just a warning, THIS IS A SIGNAL THAT IT'S TIME TO WORRY, I RIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST ON MY OWN AND THEN TORE IT, I REGRET THAT I WAS BORN IN SUCH A CENTURY, I'M SEPARATE FROM PEOPLE DON'T MENTION ME IN HISTORY, ALL OF YOU SO DUMB THAT YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE YOUR OWN ENEMIES, ROT YOURSELF, DON'T ASK FOR HELP, I LIVE MY LIFE SEPARATELY, I'VE BEEN THINKING 'BOUT DISTANCE MYSELF FROM ALL OF YOU LATELY, ALL OF YOU ARE DIGGING YOUR OWN GRAVES, I WOULD LEAVE THIS ROTTEN PLACE, I DON'T WANT MY FACE TO BE REMEMBERED, I DON'T WANT TO BE AMONG THOSE WHO DESTROYED THIS FUCKING PLANET Lungs clogged with smoke, It's hard to breathe, I'm about to choke, There's no future and no reason to live, THE PAST JUST TURNS TO DUST, I'm just tired I'm not lost, I DON'T FEEL REMORSE for other people's sins, I ALREADY SAID BEFORE that I am on my own, I'VE EXHAUSTED ALL THE HATE, you'll pay for all the pain you caused, I won't pay for you, I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR MYSELF ROT YOURSELF, DON'T ASK FOR HELP...
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