Mi trovo a passeggiare senza meta, solo per lasciare correre il groppo alla gola. la realtà mi sembra patinata e every corner is now unknown. How could I not see that it was all deceit? but half a heart bleeds because it believes the other half because he does not believe. Similarly, each step rests on a thin crust of ice, as is becoming my body. tapering up to shoot, shoot myself in this disregard everything I thought I knew. Yet, I can not believe yet, half. I can not give me peace and I rebel myself .. better walking, breathing, looking for a point, let me get home.
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