things are a little bit mixed running to and fro to the wrong direction busted by my girl, stabbed by my thing for her iam dead, blood flowing, coloured none when can you say your life is worth it? if the reason for it all is gone in your arms you cant do anything, wont believe that she the wrongness of things iam wreck with no place to stay no gallant pride is restored iam shattered without signs iam gone with no traces held ...
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