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I spill my soul with these words that have no sound
Samples
Death the Illusion that life can only get worse When in reality it will only get better Where we are now is just prison Trapped in a prism radiating false feelings Love and hate are no such thing Because at one point we were conjoined as a soulful being Two halves of a whole split until one side feels as if the are no longer a soul Where shall we go? What will we see?
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