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II It's getting late, why are you here?
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II I should go to sleep, maybe listen to some asmr.
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II Maybe finish that drawing I began three months ago.
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II I could tell my friends that I love them too,
II Too bad I lost them long before this day.
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II I am a purulent deer sinking in space's darkness, this is my home and where I belong.
II Space is wonderful, it's the brightest place in the universe; all the stars are there, basking me with their light.
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II And despite all of that, It still feel like an infinite, cold, empty void,
II And despite all of that, I still feel empty, sad, like nothing is worth doing.
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II It's getting late, why are you here?
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II I should go to sleep, maybe jerk one off.
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II Maybe finish that story I began two years ago.
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II I could tell my family that I love them too,
II Too bad we lost the love we originally had for each other.
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II I am a pathetic man stuck in his room by his own mind and stupidity.
II The internet is wonderful, it's the most social place on Earth; you me and many others are there, datas skittering in our brains.
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II And despite all of that, I don't feel trapped in a cage, Sometimes a few sparks of beauty decide to burn out of my pathetic head.
II And despite all of that, I don't feel like I made any true friends, because I'm a bad person, I'm a mad person, I'm the worst.
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II I am hopeless and so I am slothful, I am slothful and so I am hopeless.
II My name Is Amicale, I'm 22 years old and I ate a sandwich yesterday.
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II Have a nice day.
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Someone to fix this shit or that liked the painting I did in the background.