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| Moving, Holding, Thinking, Feeling, Shaking, Wishing, now numb with pain, silver glint of glitter, fed in through my hand. Wanting, Waiting, Hopeing, Whish you knew what went on up here. Thinking, Looking, Seeing, Colors from the lowest depth, Flames dance and spirits flee, all of wich now possess me. Looking, Longing, Dreaming, world full of collor, smiles and glee, all evil pure death to me. Rose with thorns transform to blades. Silent, Quite, Nothing, Empty like my soul. Crying, Feeling, Breathing, Lifes breath is choking me, like a chain around my neck, i feel it pulling tight, Eyes so pale and empty, retreat into the night. |
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