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There is nothing left for me,
there is nothing left at all,
a wasteland of my mind!
Don't think you ever will see,
don't think you ever will know, how much I actually cared.
Being the night-screamer for two months, without proper sleep...
Maybe this life is overrated... But I won't let the world burn around me!
A situation like this
should never exist, but why are neither you or I in control?
Keep on pulling me under. Because soon, we cannot compare scars anymore.
Genom lite hysteriskt Sonic Syndicate-skrikande ute i skogen har jag troligtvis fått ur mig större delen av min besvikelse. Tack och adjö. Nu ska jag inte störa BDB med denna historia anymore, I swear.
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