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Everything beautiful fades into the darkness
Carve open my chest,
Cut my throat,
Turn my blood into wine,
And drink the hatred you gave me.
- father
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Just a melancholy writer stuck in a snowstorm, always.
Carve open my chest,
Cut my throat,
Turn my blood into wine,
And drink the hatred you gave me.
- father
Just a melancholy writer stuck in a snowstorm, always.
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