Part IV: Did I deserve?

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It brought me here, the grace of a second of peace. So many songs, so many words which could describe what I feel; they all escaped from my mouth. Those times ran over, but I captured every second, every breath, every star in the sky. It has killed me, but life returned my spirit as a ghost. Floating over, I can't feel the ground under me.

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