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To me, to me Happy Birthday But why does it feel like I have lost a fight like a burden I am lit with all these burning ice blue as the sunlight red as the wind why do I regret that I was born in the end to me, to me happy birthday like mockery, like a joke a spear spit through my soul blue as winter red as fall all I feel is kindess for my dead soul yet, I still regret that I was born
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
10th of December
To me, to me Happy Birthday But why does it feel like I have lost a fight like a burden I am lit with all these burning ice blue as the sunlight red as the wind why do I regret that I was born in the end to me, to me happy birthday like mockery, like a joke a spear spit through my soul blue as winter red as fall all I feel is kindess for my dead soul yet, I still regret that I was born
Tint_Grin
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
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