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I'm so exhausted
hanging out with shadows
My skin smells like
worn out books
In vain i breath
white roses into
dead lips
It's written on
the blackened mirror
I'm left in Erebus
Stuck in a
haunted cafe
dancing with ghosts
the Despair Waltz
I'm so exhausted
hanging out with shadows
My skin smells like
worn out books
In vain i breath
white roses into
dead lips
It's written on
the blackened mirror
I'm left in Erebus
Stuck in a
haunted cafe
dancing with ghosts
the Despair Waltz