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Desaparecida

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Upon the hell and under the stars
when it's peaceful and quiet
there's where it hurts the most
though I hate loneliness
I love my solitude, sorrow
and the scars I traduced in my skin

I wanted to get closer to myself
and I wanted to get further to darkness
but when it gets heavier I regret
and the razor shines
and feels so good

A crystaline field of pain
I know I'm more than just alone
the people doesn't exist anymore
they're like a fog
the one that can't touch me anymore
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Creativity - Other Written Work published by 2 years ago ()

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