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If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.

There Is An Objective Reality In Which My Body And Mind Are One. But I Am Not Here And Never Have Been.

There's Not A Drug On Earth Can Make Life Meaningful

I Dread The Loss Of Her I've Never Touched Love Keeps Me A Slave In A Cage Of Tears I Gnaw My Tongue With Which To Her I Can Never Speak I Miss A Woman Who Was Never Born I Kiss A Woman Across The Years That Say We Shall Never Meet Everything Passes Everything Perishes Everything Palls My Thought Walks Away With A Killing Smile Leaving Discordant Anxiety Which Roars In My Soul No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope