lying in vain on my bed, its a sunny saturday afternoön,
my room filled wt darkness, the past flowing down my veins, pain is the only word to scribble,
its all coming back to me, driving thru my mind, it shall not be forgotten.
Never ask; should it be worthwhile, should them be forgiven, I shall ripping off pieces by pieces of those. Wishing them well in the name of darkness.
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