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what have i become, my sweetest friend?
everyone i know, goes away, in the end.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
i will let you down, i will make you hurt.
i wear this crown of thorns, upon my liars chair
full of broken thoughts, i cannot repair
if i could start again, a million miles away
i would keep myself, i would find a way
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