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I often find myself wondering, If there is something more out there, For me, For us, But then I remember, That we all die,
I am a star in a pretty universe: Vaguely luminous, Dying and dying.   I am a nameless in a crowd of faces: Vastly deafened, Killing and killing.  
  The Justice of wrong good             Breathe in deep             Sucking on black air             Deemed unworthy of the just
Nostalgic for the past yet striving for the future Such a contrary heart I possess  
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