a still movie dies in time
but I don't regret a sigh.
what I couldn't choose,
was the self-accuse.
you cannot understand
what grinds me to sand.
if you passed through this
you'd see what you missed.
but I don't regret a sigh.
what I couldn't choose,
was the self-accuse.
you cannot understand
what grinds me to sand.
if you passed through this
you'd see what you missed.
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