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When I first placed my hands on these diaries
Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of shit
A lot of feelings came bubbling up, but mostly this one--

How the hell am I still alive?
That's what I think every day.

But more on that later.
After all, this is just the intermission.

these lyrics are submitted by hahaka3
When I first placed my hands on these diaries  Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of shit  A lot of feelings came bubbling up, but mostly this one--    How the hell am I still alive?  That's what I think every day.    But more on that later.  After all, this is just the intermission.    these lyrics are submitted by hahaka3
 
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