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We are trapped in our decisions
We are ghosted by our past
We have limits of imaginations
And dreams that will never last

We were created by ink
Written to became unknown
Ink is our blood, our spirit, our soul
That they use to write our downfall

We are living in this unstable world
Where love is cursed
Broken paths awaits
Our lives depends on fates

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