Map my soul on paper, It stretches across the sky. Blanketing my every grudge, So beautiful it makes me cry. "And so your point is meaningless, Also is your will to die." suffocate my understanding, I wonder why you even try. Kill is the word for life, Death is a way of birth. Stand there laughing maniacally, The sky is filled with ruthless mirth. So, forcing down my tears, I try to stop the pain. All of these years, And never once sane.
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