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12 août - A waltz for death
Living feels like I'm playing a waltz for death.
Everything looks a million times better when it's not mine
Time goes on so slowly, and I'm trapped between in the web of time.
I see it coming to devour me, with each second that goes by.
My tears are dry, my mind is foggy, my fingers are distracted.
I try to kill the time before it kills me, ignoring that my time will soon come.
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