There's an uneasiness churning in this stomach of mine and a paranoia so bad, that it's exploding out of my mind. Then I burn the beloved flower and try to mellow my way through this time machine. The clouds I pass is full of beaming colors and it's trying to lighten my ashy soul. The only thing that kept this ashy soul alive was the mirrors. I've never knew what black and white was, until I met those monsters behind these mirror.
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