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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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There are no more doors to open
They say to me… And there are no mistakes to be made They yell at me… And there are no rules to this game It seems to me… And there is no joy in anything As I began to believe… I fight my way out of this labyrinth Hopelessly… And I am trapped in this society Eternally… I have my dreams To comfort me And my beliefs To guide me And still there’s hope Cause I am human I watch it fade and drown into this blue reality And so on…
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