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It has to happen
Dont be sorry
Life is a blur
Nothing changes
People die
People cry
People cut, and then they kill
They will starve and they will pretend
Then their broken hearts they will have to mend.
They find ways to cope from day to day, but we all must admit,
One day, we will fade.
Dont be sorry
Life is a blur
Nothing changes
People die
People cry
People cut, and then they kill
They will starve and they will pretend
Then their broken hearts they will have to mend.
They find ways to cope from day to day, but we all must admit,
One day, we will fade.
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