To hear the sound of a smashing heartis everyday in my mental warthTo cut myselfe into tiny pieceswill make them happy,will make them smile.To feel the breeze of my last breathis closer that this earths deathTo eat and drink my flesh and blood,will make them happy,will make them smile.It will make them proud,cause they vanished me.Vanished me and blew me away,to the place the wintersun hits every morning,to the place where all my fears comes to life.to the place it all tares me down,to my enternal resting place.that is what will make them happy,will make them smile,all cause they managed to vanish me.
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