Intro

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Sometimes universe speaks and stars cry.. Sky sighs and you die...
The only thing left to do is to write it down..
Pen it down
And save yourself from the drown.
Sometimes theres no-one,
You feel left out.
Theres no one,
You feel cut out...
They stab me daily,
They torture me heavily..
For real,she did fought..
What is most horrifying?
The thoughts

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