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I close it all this type of dreams and on my own I make a sound and I believe in it I played a game and played one more time to feel the pain and struggles on my claws I drunk a lot a lot I still be here in head of pounds in dark of crowns inside in pines and keep the breath of thrill to see the light of water diet dirt and sand to peel the honey and to the family killed I guilt I guilt and more I stuck this choice
for explosion for relax and disengage of voice


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