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A little narrow road at the end of the highway

I have gone away
My thread of thought possessed the unknown
How does it feel
Ooh
I have gone too far
I see it done
Is it really me

This strange blood
That radiates heat

You miss a friend
You loose a hand
You do not repent
You repent


You feel it
You feel it
It is real
It is real
It is real
It is godamn real

O ene e forte
Ti po thyen veten

In the new lawn
Of the unknown
I fell
I did not want to get up.
Written by a_methyste (hlightdroid)
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