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Sick and disgusted, I hate all of my visions. Someone who loves me, What an impossible conclusion. Connected together, Like the bonds of fusion. Just to be left again, Suffering from confusion. Sick and disgusted, I hate all of my delusions. Finding true love, like I said, An impossible conclusion.

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