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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

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Sometimes I really wonder why there's always this empty feeling deep down in my heart,and it grows stronger when I stop doing work.

I never really thought why, because I don't like to recall awful stories.
And it seems like I have no one to complain to, everyone has moved on.
and who the fuck cares?

and as time passes, who's fault that is and why it just stopped there, whatever reason it is, or it might be, doesnt seem to be important anymore.
It was too long ago that everything seems so unreal, and I just don't have the right to even start blaming you.

So i would just suck it up, get myself busy with work, continue to live my life, and I dont believe I am stupid enough that I cant get away from this emptyness.

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