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Walking as an Anonymous Shadow in the Crowded Streets, Surrounded by Binary Duplications and Sexting Hormonoids, Without Anyone Recognizing Me for Who I Truly Am
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54:31 |
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There's No Substantial Truth Except the Singing Soul of a Genius on One Frozen and Rainy Midnight, as He Struggles With Human Icicles and Roaring Domestic Demons
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13:05 |
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When Your Close Family Members Do Not Understand Your Life's Work and Have No Interest in Preserving Your Legacy
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11:01 |
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Dying Off Slowly in Poverty Like Thousands of Outsider Artists Before and After Me, Without Any Social Dignity or Support
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46:38 |
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I Knocked on the Iron Gate Until I Bled From My Frozen Fingers. Suddenly, the Gate Opened for a Brief Second – and I Was Flooded With a Stunning Multicolored Fire - And Again Thrown Out, and the Gate Was Locked and Frozen Again (Last Words of a Woman Who Was Denied Access to My Heart)
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9:56 |
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To Live Like a Deadman, Because You Realize No One Will Ever Celebrate Your Posthumous Memory or Light a Memorial Candle on Your Mute Grave
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7:59 |
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