...with silence... you will never close this lid... ...over skin the memory remains... are you running away...?
...no words needed...
...you, love ...the sweetest of the sins...
...no words needed...
...you, love ...the sweetest of the sins...
A long time ago, the simplicity of my thoughts began to dissolve... now, wired to the ground I can smell the delightful waves of mental perturbations, avoiding illness, confuse and reasons to kill yourself.
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I hate this silly shit!
am I your sin??
You... the only thing I feel...
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