A voyage into the deepness of my soul, blurred by words which nevertheless hold the meaning, as a trailed yet encrypted path, only known to whoever planted such hints or those few who learned how to read the signs.
A survivor... bathed in darkness, caressed by the night, when you look to the darkness of your heart, that which you wish you could hide, I'll be there... you will remember... we can pretend
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