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May 2020
Feel the devil grippin my soul, feel heartless and cold, no one to give me hug no one I could just hold. Walking on earth but it feel like hell, am I human or an angel that fall, one that lost its way, and lost its faith, just trying to survive today. If a fall angel dies does it go to heaven or maybe a place less pleasant, a place where ppl are beatin like peasants, and where their sins become a lesson. Hopefully I don’t found out, but sometimes I doubt I’ll go to heaven or hell, but who knows who can tell.
Written by
Terich
18
   Bogdan Dragos and MS Anjaan
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