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[The Meaninglessness of] Forgiveness

How I feel when you say That To me it hurts so much Bloodsuckingly good intentions I pull out all of the foreign angsts of past lives You are forgiven But not forever Because you'll die No greed left in your bones Maybe some sarcasm, definitely irony But none of that consumerist shit Nothing you had Not people either Your life's worth...  nothing My anger wasn't hardcore No It was sane
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aj-enemie
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Nov 21, 2011
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