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I wonder often if all people have a purpose, if all lives make enough of a difference to have any meaning.
I'm always so empty. I think that's worse than the panic, fear and sadness. Feeling as if you're not a part of a bigger picture, that the ache of emptiness is never ending, that you are totally insignificant and always will be. Nobody.
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Burning mud in my eyes blinding me from the truth
If it's a shadow in me the dark is a tidal wave inside of you
You've been taking communion
Getting drunk on your antidote
I'll save a seat next to me down below
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