I 've cut it all!
Hands, feet
I take off my eyes
I close my ears
Blood on the lips
Only pain
And a beat
Like a hope
A little heart
Like a nightmare
I'll be alone
Amid the crowd
Half a soul
Life 's scam...
I 'm still giving birth
But I can not
Offer nowhere
My dream
APOLESTHIN!
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