You gentle touches is a strongest mind control.
They could send me to the space and to the stars.
I burn and want to forget everything. You know.
You one real in the world peoples masks.
I see illusions around without you.
You are my oxygen. Or you my bleeding wound?..
I immolate my heart. Hear, all, I feel - this truе.
I'm beginning to doubt it. Maybe you're - it's my world?
But I cant speak and I not see, you leave me again.
I'm try to find you in this strange, illusion world.
Incinerate me! I don't feel I'm gave love free.
And I'm tired wait - when, when I fly above?
While I'm waiting, my world dying, he is burn.
And in my soul reigns destruction and chaos.
I would the time change. I would like to all return.
I want you back to me. I want you scratching claws.
You know
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