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This is the end of all things free and true
I am being less patient than I was before with no means of an end...
No means to and end
With the future looking less than perfect and my potential diminishing at night fall
I'll disguise myself and be someone happy
I'll pretend... let us pretend that all is right and nothing is ever REALLY wrong
Stupid lifestyle livers with small thoughts and huge lack of potential
I'll never give what doesn't need to be received because I'm not that kind
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