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Nothing like tomorrow; you dream its another but nothing seems quite too desolate. Incompletely seeing the punishment beneath your skin- you have no idea the consequences that enter my bones. The bones autotomy to enter your heart and destroy it – you defame the latest penetration of the stone cold knife. When you’re alone you don’t know where to go; to go home you must get shown the stone; it hurts but its worth the pain. You are shown the trace from the night you left me; but it is happened that it doesn’t matter.

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