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Someone told me that I would find
Some relief from my pain

I am into the deepest dream
Feeling my blood burning in resentment
I’d find the cause of my obsession
A love lost in a mental disorder
trying to deplete my sorrow
trying to bury my emptiness

my mind is oozing blood
and I cannot control my actions
My hands are stained with mud
from the grave of my beloved

Locked where the fallen lays
immersed in an intoxicant sense
my carcass finds the reason
Between weepings I find myself
with "32 small substances

32 small white substances

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