The feeling of crying by yourself, of just giving in to your loss is gone.
It doesn't feel 'good' now.
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"I did not die, yet nothing of life remained"
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- Zodiac
- Chicken Race
- Vik Hädan, Sathanas!
- Mockery By Cards
- Boss Nigger
- Ol' Blue Eyes
- Rope
- Furoris
- Hell...
- Can your pussy do the dog?
- Rip
- heh...
- The New Project XII
- ...and this is something I should have seen ages ago.
- ...this isn't all I see.
- Four of Swords
- Alien Light.
- Man in Black
- Nowhere Man
- *ka-blammo*
- The New Project XI
- Hello Tiger
- I look so good
- I Have A Sad
- Stars will explode in the sky
- Crafting
- Gloom & Doom
- The New Project 10
- Ogre
- Psychosis Mitosis
- The New Project 9
- Fuckshitfuck
- Gawd
- Walk The Line
- Diabolos In Musica
- The New Project 8
- "Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?"
- Der Totes Kinder
- Ripples and shreds and shards
- Lord Humungous
- Hmmm...
- Sunday Morning Coming
- Dawn of Emptiness
- The New Project 7
- Mulholland Dr.
- Rapadap
- Pear Pressure
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