My head does a spin,
goes forward going a little behind.
I embrace the sin
of hateful desires in my heart.
Despite the gain,
Despite the loss,
All that was left were sorrows
of the unaccomplished goals,
that wouldn't give my mind a break.
The smell of other people skins,
the scream of others pain,
me, just me.
The begining of an end.
I couldn't love,
I couldn't love me.
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