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frist word "muerte" means set this soul free Does not belong chained down to this world full of sadness It is not ready Feel pain of lost It is not ready for life a mistake has happen frist time felt lost was at 5 lost its other half was taken Saved by death It remembers last words Last words "No tear, no cry, see agian when......" The frist time the soul try to liberate itself was a 6 years of life The soul had already lost half of itself Saw imperfection No need to stay So when the pale moon gleam Closed it's eyes Fell into a sea of stars Open Shiny sun sad sky Static sond Chained Forever Never free Are you real Then save Half soul Broken Still broken Now with cane And lifeless eyes So long Driven mad Alone Yet speaks Set free Set.... Me.....
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Kittyloce

I am a young artist who is unsure of many things.however what I am sure of is that I am going to be true to myself.

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