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I am the one who was thrown out of hell. The sins that I committed, Here, my silence gonna tell. Listen, you dear people, Nothing in my life was ever simple. Cursed being a birthmark, I have been falling over a deep dark. If it's in my heart or in my mind, I wish to keep everything everywhere just aligned. But wait, I am actually a sinner, Roaming in this materialistic world being a grinner. Crying so hard deep down inside though it's my dry eyes, It's enough of stucking below the heavy skies. For so many years, I heard my own screaming, But this corpse ended up her identity without revealing. Sinner, For heaven, not designed From hell, left behind And this earth rejected her for mankind.
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May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
Discarded Existence and Death
I am the one who was thrown out of hell. The sins that I committed, Here, my silence gonna tell. Listen, you dear people, Nothing in my life was ever simple. Cursed being a birthmark, I have been falling over a deep dark. If it's in my heart or in my mind, I wish to keep everything everywhere just aligned. But wait, I am actually a sinner, Roaming in this materialistic world being a grinner. Crying so hard deep down inside though it's my dry eyes, It's enough of stucking below the heavy skies. For so many years, I heard my own screaming, But this corpse ended up her identity without revealing. Sinner, For heaven, not designed From hell, left behind And this earth rejected her for mankind.
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May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
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