their own cyanide tears and than to ascend to heaven, uninvited and "nonexisting", dire their dancing spirits in need of freedom locked bird in a sinking cage to the depths of your heart...
"friends" and than be dumped by them and their deals, so that you can finally be free, come to the highest floor on the ceiling of winds of truth, step to the edge of the building and fly and be free like angel you always dreamed yourself to be...
when I am dying myself from the knife she gifted my heart with, I wont believe it even, if I knew she was still alive and smiling in pool of blood, whispering my name...
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