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No, it isn't what you think, it wasn't anyone else. I talk about no other person, but about the idea of me,  it was me whom I had let go.
EMPTINESS
BORN OF CHAOS

A living whirlpool, a thunder to break the glass,

A crimson blood full of surprise,

A broken glass moulded by the imperfections,

But just another girl you can

alone
ALONE