it was my biggest secrets. I feel like a crimes when I save it. hard to hide something when your heart does not want it. I passed a lot of days and store this secret _ behind hearts bars. all the people never get knew, deep inside my soul pieces are torn apart, broken, ripped and left behind simply a small portion of conscience. hurricanes, tornadoes, morbidity gathered into a single entity. and never thought to mind to suggests viral soul, I let the it undermines my soul. I knew sure, at the end of this fairy tale I make sure I'll die
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