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My dieing heart just beat its' last thump,
it shall never move to the thought of love again...
My great craving for food grows stronger as the...
My mind is gone.
My eyes tell the truth...
They say it's strange,
When a hand sticks out a grave...
My great craving for food grows stronger as the...
Painted, not painted,
bumpy, stacked...
My dieing heart just beat its' last thump,
it shall never move to the thought of love again...
Saddened eyes look out from an empty shell. |
The deepest thought always makes you disappear. |
The beginning is in the end! |