LonelinessSurrounded by people, but they don't understand. What I do throughtout the day, they can't comprehend. The things I've seen, felt, and did. They try to understand, but I isolate myself. They are the innocent, I am the judger. The senselessness of justice versus mine. They do nothing, I do something. They buy from the guilty, I punish the guilty. They need them, I hate them. The guilty run and hide, I find them, and deal with them. Cleaning after myself, I leave no trail. What they can take in their jobs, I deliveLoneliness
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"Ich wundere mich wie weit es ist zu sonne wenn du ihr entgegen rennst"
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