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As the moonlight fades
my wounds appear again and suddenly stars are falling my eyes are blank.. and I am.. The most beautiful disease flowing gracefully between the sad faced people who can't feel me in them , killing them.. slowly. As the sunlight rise up the light is trying to hide me and suddenly it stops my soul is running away and I am.. The most beautiful disease flowing gracefully between the sad faced people who can't feel me in them , killing them.. slowly. The most beautiful disease that the world ever met The most beautiful disease so sweet, yet bitter The most beautiful disease.. I am.. The most beautiful disease.
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