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pt. I
01:00
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I'm here again, lying on the floor, but that's not a problem at all. I’ve been here so many fucking times, it doesn’t even feel cold anymore. Everytime I fall down it’s right there for me. It’s cozy and it feels like home and it helps to remind me I’m human and I’m alive. I’m not here because I like it or because it’s good, but it’s ok not to be ok sometimes. Well, I’m on the floor… so the only way out it getting up now.
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pt. II
01:06
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I’m here again by my own fucking hands and that’s the worst feeling you can hold to yourself: guilt. 'Cause when it comes to disappointment or betrayal, it’s all about time and everything becomes well enough at some point, but to live with regret and guilt, to live with something it’s about you and you alone… Well, it cuts a little deeper. Deeper than I could’ve ever imagined. And I’m tired of bleeding.
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pt. III
02:10
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I’m here again, talking to you, my friend, about my feelings and life and how we’ve grown so tired of wasting so much time with people that breathe in lies. Everything seems black and white and I can’t feel all right for months now and somehow I feel it’s all on me. Have you ever felt hurt for someone else’s mistakes when you’re the one to blame? Well, I have…
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pt. IV
01:11
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I'm here again, daydreaming about the end, and it feels like I'm lost in the middle of the ocean, in a place wherever I look around everything’s the same and there’s absolutely nothing, anywhere, but me. Where the more desperate I feel, the more I drown and deeper I sink down. I can’t move and I can’t do anything other than wait for someone to show up and save me. If I try to reach the shore by myself, I'll just get tired and disappear in the this blue nightmare I'm in. It feels like I'm lost in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by infinite loneliness, but know I’m not. I wonder if it would be easier if I was...
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pt. V
01:00
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I'm here again, trying to understand why do I feel alone and how the fuck it is to feel at home. I guess I'll never know, I'll make it on my own.
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sevastra São Paulo, Brazil
The poorer, much less talented version of the emo guys you know.
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O captain, my captain! Major influence in everything I write. In Jordan Dreyer We Trust.
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