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MAY I ALIVE?
THIS TORMENT BURNS!
My igneous heart follows a morose lungs, within spell of chaos I am cursed amidst the souls which makes me bound aside everything that weren't get-at-able. "I am at my lowest path." Sobbing and disclosing uncertainty, this heart may merely vehement mercilessly. Hollow, everything is eerie, I don't even dare to shaped beneath the sore. Might the Earth be mine? As my heart welcomes my soul, it shall joyous to tossed the resemblant yet my soul does not had aforesaid as it shall. Wouldn't everything be the most beauteous path if left with heartsore?
(I cant take it alive.) My heart sinks within laborious feeling, albeit sole aim upon the blithe line I may never carve and endeavor.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
MAY I ALIVE?
THIS TORMENT BURNS!
My igneous heart follows a morose lungs, within spell of chaos I am cursed amidst the souls which makes me bound aside everything that weren't get-at-able. "I am at my lowest path." Sobbing and disclosing uncertainty, this heart may merely vehement mercilessly. Hollow, everything is eerie, I don't even dare to shaped beneath the sore. Might the Earth be mine? As my heart welcomes my soul, it shall joyous to tossed the resemblant yet my soul does not had aforesaid as it shall. Wouldn't everything be the most beauteous path if left with heartsore?
(I cant take it alive.) My heart sinks within laborious feeling, albeit sole aim upon the blithe line I may never carve and endeavor.
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