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Feet are cut... by melancholia-infested memories.
Is this my savior? My never-ending heaven I'm supposed to be in?
No, God never answered me.
Here I am, death on earth. Earth I am, both of us blend... to eternity.

No curse, no bliss.
No death to undying crisis.
You will never get the key, not on last blink.
Die, girl with a poem. Die on her last poem.

Salvation whispers.
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witch  17/F
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     nivek, Emma and Pinola
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