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Truth or fantasy
restless
Everything
Something
Poetry
Dark works of Manon
Nothing is left
A mages vision
death
infinity
losing devolution death
Her
old days
In the old days
poetry II
The corner of bleeding paper
sickness disorder
For the haunted
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Voices
Flying through our thoughts
Distracting us
Blinding us all
Voices
Driving us insane
Breaking our hearts
Making us cry
Voices
Whispers, screams
We hear them and listen
To their tales of pain
Voices
Filling our heads
Taking away our rest
Tearing our sanity away
Voices
Praying to the skies
Although they cannot see
Our tears of blood |
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