I'm just going to dust,
To feel nothing, no task,
I'm go paying my cruel goal.
Have no money, but buying
Today some little crime,
Just small bo/attle,
Can allow to myself.
You can think it like:
Why?
But my soul have so vine,
I'm trying to hug the stars.
And we will never meet,
No some love, even heat.
We just going away
You to win, me to pain.
Nothing new in this trashing world.
Dust
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