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Absoleted StimulusEveryday you die and nobody can benothing of sadness, is the make (?) of the journey you wanted to know the truth did you thought that was too much? i did'nt saw you leave i even heard you arrive so far was everything and you only had to come back weepings that are eternal cover my gelid breathe and as an open animal i beg for glory to the forgiveness the alienation gestates otherwise nobody crosses my limits i never thought in feeling so much hate they are things that are never told they are things that never happen i come for every thought you dont understand no more lonelyness shared the deaths are gifts and we follow contemplating the dreams that had never been dreamnt still when the hands will be of flesh the warm eyes, blind eyes my room of achievements desolate, and the living an unwrapped of absoleted stimulus the calm is the wind and the tear caught the morning behind you I refugee and the death amuses me the alienation gestates otherwise nobody crosses my limits i never thought in feeling so much hate they are things that are never told they are things that never happen |