The wounds self-inflicted, in my arms.
The Pain is Severe.
Sorrow...
Desolation.....
Even eternity is short with you.
But I have fear to lose once again.
I am willing to go on suffering.
You've gone out of my dreams .
I wonder if my life has any meaning.
I'm in the midst of desolation.
The wounds self-inflicted, in my arms.
Your face is an illusion.
Even eternity is short with you.
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