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je me question d'aucunes choses, pourquoi quand il pareil que j'ai pas des blèmes, pas des soucies, quand j’ai de success, quand ma vie pareil magnifique, pourquoi, le ciecle va a base, at times, i just can't resist it anymore... i just want to run away from all of this, it's just so fucking hard, why do i keep feeling like this, you know Lord i wanted to dry cut my destiny, i overcame with that, but it strangely comes creeping again, loads of stuff revolt my thoughts, it's just that i need something new to experience, something new to deal, somebody. the place where i used to feel fine is the place now that makes me feel bad... got to get out of it, got to do something or else i will suffocate until i die, you know i don't want it, i wanna live, my biggest fear is death, as desperate as i am, i want to see new things, new faces, i don't want to close my eyes, i don't want to fall asleep into eternity yet... have mercy on me. no one else does. It is hard to break away with the past, with tradition, with the system, mais il est simplement comment que je ne suis pas d'aimé, j'espère que c'est tout soulement dans ma tete et mon imagination, que mes soucies sont pas solides, j'espère que tout ça c'est soulement un mal couchez, et quand j'ouvre mes yeux demain, les phantômes sont meurt.

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