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Oct 2015
there is a box
i am alone
dead inside

i figure that
this is only a dream
i am only dead

darkness swallows
into depths
i cannot see

i am confined
into the corners
of my own head

i try to run
but somehow i am
still trapped
stuck once more

i am a sinner of love.
what do i do? what do i do?
my shadows tell me
i cant escape too

my shadows keep
me as their prisoner
sell my soul
to be a slave of love
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shåi  Androgynous/sound frequencies
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