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I look at the world through the darkness of reality and it seems to me that darkness is the only comfort I'll ever have... My rose-colored glasses have faded to a dull storm cloud grey and the sun no longer shines on me... So now I count the hours on my hands of time worn skin and bones until its my time at last...
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