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the whole croud knows the truth but I have never known myself grown like a blueprint always be a blueprint blue is my favourite so that green the original was only green I will choose pain over and over again even at my darkest I will choose pain not me over and over again it was me who broke the vessel it was me who broke myself even world want me get off the car I will choose accident over and over again it was me who choose pain over and over again .
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