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T the ways others are livin their lives but is real different yes a unique open mind just fuckin sittin around here totally bored just waitin for fate to let me conquer my goals, these helpless feelins although theyre not true, no verve is left inside of my soul, but tell me what can I do? forced to cope, just dont know, how to acheive, my goals...a life derived through inner strength, and the traits in the divine, strange perversity dominates, the spirit and the mind...