An abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart
and oceans of muffled miseries;
is the book your eyes just greeted.
"Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
My heart is shining. My body is sighing. It wants to shut off. I won't breath henceforth. I will be me. I will begin. Into being I came as a wrapped baby in a cloth. I shall leave thee as a wrapped aged in a cloth. As I came from a womb stone; please visit me on my tombstone.
Oh! Cry not I'm sleeping. Oh! Cry not stop weeping. Your face and base interfear my dream as it's deepening. Your voice, it's noise, it's creeping. Comprehend, my friend, you're my endand beginning. In here, my heart is still beeping. A signal of your love I'm still keeping.
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