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| Maybe we shouldn't be so quick to try and solve our problems. Maybe the theory that we are all created equally should be struck down. Maybe we are just fucked. Maybe there is nothing here. | |
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| Maybe we are ment to recognize one another and be moved by this occasion. Maybe we are our own phantoms. Maybe this is just another dream. Maybe it is taking me over. Maybe no one is here tonight. | |
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| There should be someone to comfort me. There should be something here to ease me. There should be someone here to partake in the expressing of my emotions. There should be something here to blind me. | |
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| There should be someone near. There should be something to fear. There should be someone to hate, but there isn't. There should be something to blame, but there isn't. There should be someone to love. | |
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| Maybe there should be, but there can't be. | |
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