You're cursed, you're destructed.
You die but you never kill.
You're the military service and you're the wicked spy.
Those mixed-up thoughts..
Shattered words..
You're torn apart.
You're everywhere and you're out of sight.
You're the contradiction, you're the simplicity.
You're who you are anyway and that's enough.
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Soliloquy
RomanceWhat goes on the mind of a dark randomized soul who thinks she is a psychologist and has hidden wings?
