I….
I was standing against the wall ...
Understanding each stanza contents had met ...
It turned out that I could not understand ..
Can only see and read it ..
I….
I am indeed worthless bitch and self ..
That always bothered themselves with fire ..
Draw fire with incisions dream ..
I smeared into this valley ...
And I…
I look at the core of self ...
Being neatly on the deserted ..
And I become silent in every day ..
Because my fire extinguished in silent inflatable ...
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