Writing lines
Attempts to cry
Nothing works
Going high
Coming down
Trying to die
There's no hope, no love, no sense of life
Dead souls,
Just like the common season
Just like we live and pass
I think around in circles 'till my brain starts to
Decrease the distance to heaven
Repeat the words!
Say!
What d’you wanna do?
Th
So many walked this path before
So many opened up these
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