| Hope is the last thing that keeps us sane. |
| They kept the fire for a reason |
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the echo we leave.
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prism of the soul.
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tragedy of choice.
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long for the light above.
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disobey the shackles.
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angels are hiding.
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gods envy us.
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Bittersweet
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