Don't Dream It's Over

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I don't know who I am or where I'm going.

I wander mindlessly throughout the city, just like all of these other cold empty shells of once human beings.

We don't mean to kill. It's just in our nature.

We don't mean to exist. We just are.

I'm beginning to decay, I can feel it.

I had a purpose once. But, that's all foreign to me, now.

I am doomed to walk this earth until my body rots.
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