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You still hurt me


Somedays i wish your machine

was blind.

So you didnt know whether 
we would be here tomorrow.

Then you might really value us.
But what would that value be?

 

Compared to the Sun or the Moon,

 

I guess we will never know, 

as sadness say "You must stay tuned!"

-BlazeX

 

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blazeX

a kid who has spent to much time in the construct of the confined. I wish I could escape this place and my mind, and fly some where way beyond, until then I remain blind.

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