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he survives his story kept in boxes and knives the dread of forgotten runes keeps him company mother repression father night emptiness surrounded by invisible walls death a continent for the living I am facing this vortex of muted music with empty hands, despair and white hair no solace for the unshed tears everyday he tells me something about nothing
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Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 11:37 AM UTC
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he survives his story kept in boxes and knives the dread of forgotten runes keeps him company mother repression father night emptiness surrounded by invisible walls death a continent for the living I am facing this vortex of muted music with empty hands, despair and white hair no solace for the unshed tears everyday he tells me something about nothing
irinia
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Romanian
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 11:37 AM UTC
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