hasnt seen such agony.
Dying of love, no trace of pride left in me.
How bitter, bitter it is so self-defeating man. No cure for betrayal yet, heart is a huge black hole.
Nothing to do, heart it is, lost.
New skin, new amusement also; I know.
red sky, red land.
so what it's a disgrace! morning star, leftover of the night, falls over me.
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