Strange is the day my soul is completely motionless in the darkness of thy light, there is a shadow of whether we deserved a better death? Ringing echoes my head, you no longer let me sink in your embrace I can tell you that I'm good but I'll feel better one day I'll tell you the truth about my situation hope you are all dreams we made a mistake or waiting for answers that are only my words were spirited, like a smile
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Paullyna (
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