A series of painful memories against the white pages of an inside world. I came closer to death.The inner self was dying, degrading... little by little. A burning candle melting in the summer sun. Time consummation, the end
of charnel bodies.
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the rivers can lose track,can disappear.
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the rivers can lose track,can disappear.
the spirit of the forces
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She gave me:The silent treatment.
He gave her:The silent treatment.He gave him:The silent
treatment.She gave her:The silent
treatment.
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Everybody was either lying, covering up something,