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With one step through the door, out into the escape of stress, and uncertainty, 
There are places that can never be trasversed There are ideas that can never be spoken There are emotions that can never be expressed   directly.   But every moment is a passing, 
Im tired of creating fiction be an addition I'm tired of dreaming where reality is teeming it's hard to survive when you have already died But I know everything is right  when you are in sight
Run down that runaway train, Hold on to that wild buck's reins. It's a crazy adventure with a beautiful lure.  Oh, kill me with your hands! Pleasure me in your quick sands! Set me on fire,
An exchange of looks, Aging man with false promise, You came and you came.
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