Play it again.
It hurts.
But not enough.
So I play it through my head again.
It hurts. But not enough.
Yes, you broke me. But I have been broken so long.
My soul further disintigrates to dust.
But dust can’t be broken.
When we are dust, we are free.
It hurts.
But not enough.
So I play it through my head again.
It hurts. But not enough.
Yes, you broke me. But I have been broken so long.
My soul further disintigrates to dust.
But dust can’t be broken.
When we are dust, we are free.
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That’s beautiful.
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