All the voids take wing, they are made to flutter. Mirrors tell a different lie every day, and we are left behind from the lives drawn, from the rain and the screams. Everyone draws their own void... All the voids take wing, they are made to flutter. Mirrors tell a different lie every day, and we are left behind from the lives drawn, from the rain and the screams. Everyone draws their own void...
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