sung through

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ch. 3

SHE SUNG THROUGH MY TEARS.

on whatever occasion.

this time it was depression.

because their is nothing good about me,

or this cruel world;

and I want to be released from this prison of life.

but I stopped thinking that when the words came through the walls.

there is one good thing,

that is this girl's singing.

"how are your lungs? are they in pain?"

yes,

they are.

"would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?"

why of course mystical girl of the other side of the wall.

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