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My misconception has got me nowhere so far, and it's too late; were too far away from light. These games just make me sick and tired of everything. I know that I don't need this, so I'll act like I don't really care. I'll finish what I started. We've come so far just to hit a brick wall. Your words drenched in forgiveness, dripping with chemicals. If only you could take it all in. I'll call poison control From Letras Mania