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Solid's in the past. I see it now. This is it. Too late. Too afraid. Too many doubts. I musnt leave. I accelerate. No, No. Too much anger. Too much hate. I am needed. This isnt fate. This isnt it... I fall. Not slowing down. Eye to eye with heaven. I hit the ground. Taken over by god. I open up. Deafened by grief. Misled by lust. Blinded by shadows. Your eyes I can refine. Tears in yours. Nothing in mine.
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Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
final moments.
Solid's in the past. I see it now. This is it. Too late. Too afraid. Too many doubts. I musnt leave. I accelerate. No, No. Too much anger. Too much hate. I am needed. This isnt fate. This isnt it... I fall. Not slowing down. Eye to eye with heaven. I hit the ground. Taken over by god. I open up. Deafened by grief. Misled by lust. Blinded by shadows. Your eyes I can refine. Tears in yours. Nothing in mine.
And all we do is hoping we dont hit the ground, while we are the ones jumping. J.
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Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
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