In the darkest of my soul buried beneath; rising above the cold hard skin lies a being far from me. Who's sweet, but cold hearted, trying to crack the soul of the earth with her cold dead eyes and beaming smile of death. The sidallnious stuff she does to overcome her darkest thought. It's like a frosty summer day, the heat just trying to get through. So in the cold dead thought of this girl. I release me.
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