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I couldn't imagine a life without such beauty.
These skies haven't been blue, but he remembers them, dear god he misses them.
Lying against the frame of the bed, with a loaded gun against my temple.
Gripping fear and voices echo in my head. (Guttural vocals after)
On his knees in an open field
Ending
Endless thinking, longing for a lost cause
I will be dead
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