Where is your heart, where does it lie, why does it lie,
About what I care about?
How could I possibly provide the words to create the illusion, yet I have....
Now to experience truth would mean suicide.
To be outside the identity my veins are locked to.
If I truly care, I'll embrace the despair, I put our soul thru.
I will cry eternally, die infinite times, so that Drico may rise.
If I am the mask of perception, this is the last time I shine.
When I'm gon, you'll only have memories of the times I was your spine....goodbye
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DREEK0 (Pseudonym) (
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