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Sorry is easy to say, harder to mean, and even harder to prove.
Sorry is easy to say, harder to mean, and even harder to prove.
So this is what you want? A world not suitable for life?
My path will be your last.
I gave so much and never left enough for me.
A moon without light of its own. Alone.
Race towards the sun, my crippled pride undone, and all that makes me real, secedes to stone and steel.
Solitude is a soft disease.
How can we survive if love has become an act of rebellion?