Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
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Make It Soon
Long lasting agony burns what remains, frequently fast fire flamed, do you smell my pain. Left to defend, i am attacked by myself, by my past, i love to take part, i am the outcast. Smouldering by my tornado of hate, Give gave just to be saved, abrased, by my own race. Where i go, with Who, never the concern to the depth of the oncoming levels of the uneven fall of snow. Blood trails my steps as my shadow when i am found, barely broken by alone, many are the severity of my bones, skinned and spin splintered, healed by death throughout her winter.
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