The true you.

The world goes round and my tears go down to the ground. The sun is now coming up into the sky and it feels like the world will go soon bye bye. It's dark inside of your soul and out of your door. Your heart is the coldest thing in this world. When the hell will brake loose and the ice age will come. The only things that will survive is you and yourself love.

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