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Voice
Voice
Everyone's got a voice in his head, which tells him what's good and what's bad. Either the right one, or the left, I just don't know what I want, so I'll just choose the theft. Daily walking in the streets, in the city, not knowing what she needs, what a pity. For weeks now she's walking, bleeding, hurt, molestating doors, sleeping in dirt, stealing light, to enlighten the night. Daily walking in the streets, in the city, not knowing what she needs, what a pity. There he stood, gently holding the door: "Why do you sleep in mud, is it my voice you're looking for?" Daily walking in the streets, in the city, not knowing what she needs, what a pity. |
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