there's too much for irony now-a-days. all the people, of all fasions, of lively and dull produce the same language of repetition.
we've conditioned our own minds, into the numbess of self-prevocating emotions; ultimately nuturing a dying ego.
and our deathly statements follow:
you must die. and i must live.
you must die. and i must, somehow bare through life, because you see...life aint easy, so i'll be the better man and take the bullet on this one.
you must die. and i will die too; eventually. and i'll make this promise, where it's most convenient. when i wont hold any obligations of my past. it's the last place you'll possibly be.
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