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World of prostitutes and rapists, reallyOn copy's photo it is seen freely.
And thought is not what you do think..
My mind is written with some ink
That visible just for you alone
Vibrating at some secret tone.
Those photos on the internet, again
But I don't fight with it, with pain.
Heart almost stopped, but in your hands survived
Like getting killed and then revived
How funny is, I have no anger, only love
Like being dead and seeing body from above.
Still mind repeats you're not like that..