Wisper's

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Eamthy space of lost dice
Breaking word's and cords
Shaping persons like bours 
Shouting what they thinking 
Fcking thing's but Thay are not bringing 
I'm pissed of fcking lying 
Every eamthy word
Every fcking eamthy cord
Broken voice from shadow 
Calling my voice to rejoice 
Fuck the the shadow 
Fuck your space with no grace
If really matter 
You wouldn't stutter 


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Honestly is key 
But you don't see
That missing key tearing apart
Broken heart every minut
Every second thinking 
On what is sinking 
With shrinki you thinking 
Everything is my fault 
Yes it is, I'm Tunders Bolt
Fast as usein bolt if I see your mold
Guilty as I am 
But I'm trying to be who I am
I'm not shouting publicly 
Showing my sickly 
Prickly shadow waking
I'm shouting to moon
I'm shouting than zoom at noon
Listen peac of moon's grace
With no space for regretting 
Im reawaking into mak who is waking.
So if you don't see my passion 
Heart's stationary station 
Peac It's my mansion 
So 




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