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I can�t face to solar world, I�m too weak, melancholy buried the will. Razors balance my swings, blood takes away the weight of existence. Depressive emotions, anxiety, negativism, a time to mourning and bleeding arrived. Heart groans, life is pain. I fell into the sadness, without strength. Scars stay as a silent remembrance, as a picture of my painful soul. |
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