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When all is lost, you cry alone... becuase you have lost everything

There can always be something called repainting [pertaining to a building, HAHA!]

A defiled fountain, corruption of forest creatures

I still believe, and yet I do not practice it

What's been happening? I have no clue

Ideas, they are immortal

I am addicted to it... why? Because I'm an idiot!

Principles, who would believe I still have some?

And as the knight of God lays down to rest... he sleeps peacefully knowing he is free

I want to run away