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If I lived for another year What would happen to what I hold dear? All types of fear interfere A body with no puppeteer Everything is all clear, or so it appears So many sights I cannot see So many ways left to bleed Now my appearance is a severe premiere A sphere full of tears, a life full of fears Now the deceit comes from within
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 1:23 AM UTC
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If I lived for another year What would happen to what I hold dear? All types of fear interfere A body with no puppeteer Everything is all clear, or so it appears So many sights I cannot see So many ways left to bleed Now my appearance is a severe premiere A sphere full of tears, a life full of fears Now the deceit comes from within
Chandy
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23/M/U.S
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 1:23 AM UTC
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