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Thousand feet from the ground, just a step to reach it. Condemned to live for too long. Life passes in front of your eyes, every instant of your life, a sense of inadequacy flows away from the veins. That kind of misanthropy, this is the end of all. Grave. Crowd around you, sunk in blood, so you've got long way to fall. Crowd around you, sunk in blood, so you've got long way to fall. Life passes in front of your eyes, every instant of your life, a sense of inadequacy flows away from the veins. That kind of misanthropy, this is the end of all. Grave. Crowd around you, sunk in blood, so you've got long way to fall. Crowd around you, sunk in blood, so you've got long way to fall.
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