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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