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Endless emptiness of my heart.
Filled with parasites.
Be it fear be it doubt,
Be it sadness or misery.I see no difference,For they are all dark en..
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House,dark as a widow's gown,its windows broken.And around it Fly death colored crows.Harsh was that place as its looks.It hurts your heart and eyes ...
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Like a cradle being rocked by a caring parent. Like a windmill going round and round.My mind is swayed and uneasy.As avatars of sorrow and joy clash,F..
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