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The iron rusts as I wait, standing where the concrete meets the cold sky. I reach out, but the light fades before I can touch it. My hands are stained, and the 18th story is the only home I have left. I bleed silently, always for you.
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The shadows are calling my name again, whispering secrets to the pieces of my broken heart. I want to fade into the silence. I want to disappear where no one can find me. Just let me drift away into the quiet, forever and ever.
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Touch that holy water, start to burn up like I'm Satan You can never hate me like I hate me That's a fuckin' promise
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Default Sample - Amostra 1
The iron rusts as I wait, standing where the concrete meets the cold sky. I reach out, but the light fades before I can touch it. My hands are stained, and the 18th story is the only home I have left. I bleed silently, always for you.
Default Sample - Splinters in my Soul
The shadows are calling my name again, whispering secrets to the pieces of my broken heart. I want to fade into the silence. I want to disappear where no one can find me. Just let me drift away into the quiet, forever and ever.
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Touch that holy water, start to burn up like I'm Satan You can never hate me like I hate me That's a fuckin' promise
Default Sample - The Gangrene of Pignorance
I'm telling you, man, it’s a total decomposition of the mind. These brain-dead, vacuous, hollowed-out husks are walking pathogens of stupidity. It’s a literal plague of the intellect, devouring every shred of logic and reason left in this world. You have to stay away, dude, just get away.
Default Sample - Deep English Story
Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.
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You cling to the illusion of choice, yet you are merely puppets on a string, dancing to the rhythm of a broken clock. Birth, growth, decay, death—a repetitive cycle of suffering you call life. Soon, the veil will tear, and you will see the beautiful darkness that awaits.
Default Sample - sematary
Grave Man out in the woods, got my cutter and my chainsaws ready. We pouring up in the Haunted Mound, blood on my True Religion jeans. Knife in my hand, smoking till my lungs turn black. Keep walking till you hit the dirt, we never coming back.
Default Sample - Runs with Hairy Bigfeet
Looky here boy, we're goin deep where the trees talk. Runin Harry and wild through the pines, just like the big feet intended. No clothes, just the wind and the Sasquatch spirit in the damn mountain air. Free and wild in this God forsaken wilderness, yeah man.
Default Sample - Whisper
Think about it, Peter. You've spent your whole life being the punchline of everyone's joke. Don't you think you deserve a little payback? Just one small push and you'll never have to worry about them again. Come on, Peter, let's go get those nachos together.
Default Sample - Dark
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Default Sample - That Beautiful Red Hourglass of the Sands of Life
I stroked the scarlet mark upon the spider’s back, feeling the granules of my life slip away. It is a quiet end, sipping tea beneath her shadow. The sand runs thin, and the beautiful hourglass glows. My time is empty, yet I have never felt more complete.
Default Sample - deep
The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.
Default Sample - Always Comes
Always comes the glass. Then the ice. Then the gin always cold, cold. It pours. Always comes the glass, the pint, the tumbler, always comes the gin, the vodka, the clears. The night flows on, always down, always pouring.
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