7d
and when all is given up
like ashes taken by the wind
alls that’s left is bones
and the traces of my skin
no word left unsaid
no tear left uncried
dead and gone for good
an existence goodbyed
like ashes taken by the wind
alls that’s left is bones
and the traces of my skin
no word left unsaid
no tear left uncried
dead and gone for good
an existence goodbyed
(23/F)
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