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Feb 2015
All I see is familiar faces
Worn out faces
Full of messes

You thought that earth is full of greatness
With amazing kisses
And melodious voices

You can't take it so you numb the pain
You stay high to break from the chains
Your broken heart am praying
that you make it out alive

Shining like stars but screaming
hopeless and scattered in pieces
but you still yarn for his caresses   and kisses
this earth a cruel palace
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