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We live, we love, we die, we don't die because of the hurt, we die b'c we lose hope, we lose faith, we lose all faith in what we loved and lost, the holes burrowing deep within our souls now have grown to voids of Oblivion, dark, with nowhere to run to, our hearts no longer feel the enthusiasm nor beat the same anymore, the endless roads to rediscover love have now been blocked, thorns prick us when we lie down at night, and cold becomes our company b'c we've lost it all, we are far from home...

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