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Jan 22
Why don't I speak anymore?
Make me weak to the core
I just hope that you feel stronger

Blind to the bleak, oh my poor
Carcas reeks, from the sores
I have made to make me hurt longer

Blasphemy
Avert your eyes, I plead, but
Not for me
I dare not burden you with my existence
Even though you me to,
Even though you want me

I am the all and only that I don't see
But you want me
I am tired, I am sorry
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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