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[words_burn]

A shadow of a boy without a face, my sillohoutte paves the sidewalk, but no flesh meets with my dissaray of light, And if i sang you a song would you hear the words? or will i sound like nothing, but air rushing to fill the void in the empty atmosphere, Atleast my pain will create a refreshing breeze for you, Once egocentric but i tried to

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[hanna_butter]

cheer up davey.