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hollow
i've learned to make the motions,
and pretend that i'm alive.
suffering is not new to me,
without it love could never thrive.
and yet these fleeting moments,
of contentment are so few.
since every waking hour,
i can think only of you.
i once hated my emotions,
'til i had a taste of love.
now i am damned eternally,
while you linger just above.
this utter sadness from you,
i have no choice but to hide.
i go on living my so-called life,
though i am rotting, dead inside.
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seretogis - sieg heil
perfect little dream the kind that hurts the most, forgot how it feels well almost
no one to blame always the same, open my eyes wake up in flames
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