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Time is running, everything is passing by - nothing will be waiting.
I don't want to be the victim of today's world.

I feel like my flesh is rotting on me
What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?
Stop telling me that is everything that you can do.

I won't miss the moment of my last breath.

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