I'm not a writer, just a bored gamer...
Far away from the world, I get in my head
Thoughts are coming in, like a river flowing into the ocean
Today is the day my existence fades away ...
Distrustful of the Gentian-
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy-
Weary for my-----
I will singing go-
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