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Every step towards  death
Making this world more fantasy,
The rush of breaths inside my body
Is going intensive for it's destiny,
Continuous terrible touches of this endless pain
Is turning my fiendish blood into teary courtesy,
The shed of broken dreams over my grave
Will chase it's depth with stupendous ecstasy....
Taste of death is maybe bitter,but sure about better than a painful life..

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