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Inkcoma - Withered
I'm tired of my thoughts
Withered dreams in bloom

It's not my fault
That we've become strangers
What's left of us -
A black stain of sun

We are always silent
Ugly beauty of decay

It's not my fault
That we've become strangers
What's left of us -
A black stain of sun

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