Finished Folds (1—2)
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1oh, let me drink the poison of love, i want to go back to the place where i have came from, i am sick of all these agony, pain, distress, and all those memories that kept hurting m
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3I have a strange feelings, a sensational that has said every moment of my life, this low silence is killing my eardrum and lethargy of loneliness is squeezing my throat..