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I broke my heart , I stabbed my soul. I left my courage out, for dark to fold. I screamed aloud , asked for its help, and when it appeared I took devil's gold. I laughed on my past, I made fun of getting close. I shut my feelings, I tripped all of those. I desired regardless, I looked forth to self. and when I met him, I sold him to foes. I killed my fate , I left him to die. I betrayed my ideals, as hope is just a lie. I chased a distant time, watched faith as it fly and when I finally caught, I murdered that ally. I created a bubble, a shield I could wear. I chose the pouts and held no one so dear. I felt its warmth enough to feel no fear. I pulled my eyes out, so the world could disappear. But my morals were weak, and my insides they cast. My immortals were afraid that the daemon's so fast. The barriers got rusted with time, they didn't last. and soon it was over and became ashes of past. And I'll create a shell again, but this time it wont tear. I'll paint it with those smiles and let no one near. I'll enjoy the cold, since no longer warmth in here. coz together is an illusion, that I call it as we're.
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