am a slave to myself,
i sold myself in myself,
i killed myself by myself,
i destroyed my life with myself,
my whole world is sold,
my spirit is grey and sold,
my heart is useless and sold,
to you who i am sold,
though not payed with gold,
but the price is sweeter than gold,
for my life is valuable than gold,
and my soul shines brighter than gold,
this here is my sold melody,
tis my only sad melody,
for her name was melody,
and she killed my only melody.
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