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because death is so close by, I’m turning left
seize to exist for a moment, feeling uneasy, little bit, 

like ever, nose bleeding ungodlike, ears bleeding I 

looking for a tissue, sleeve, back of my hand, index finger, spit 

It won’t find me nor I
not even smell of me nor my path 

(I just asked are you disappointed at something since you seem
to discard everything to move on without hesitation) notes: About heavy metal and other parts of me, it is about dying and 

feeling very much
feeling much, much like an animal looking at people 

filled with emotions like fright 

feeling the energy of young men and adoring it. They are not ashamed of
anything nor turning anywhere 

feeling straight through anything