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I survive in a place where heaven does not exist.
And silence is the system that torments my head.
I can no longer confirm if it is fiction. I don't even know where the hell this is!!
Uuuoooh! I only live knowing that I'm dead. dying slowly!
Uuuoooh! Ideas come while I get lost. slowly dying in you...
-It no longer matters if the color transforms into pain, as long as the reflection of light disappears!
Uuuoooh! I only live knowing that I'm dead. dying slowly!
Uuuoooh! Ideas come while I get lost. slowly dying in you...