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I can’t remember your voice anymore
I can’t recognize your face that once i call mine
nonetheless, i can still spill the beans of the film in my head
the untold story of the pain and the painkiller
I was dead, a million times in my head
I was sane, where it took me like i am a vain
the familiarization towards the blabber
the rhythm we were merging
the placement of our heavy chest and stick it jointly
the longing is probably my favorite pain
it would be better to call it pain, consequently it doesn’t hurt thus far
it befall to a memory lane inwardly
indicating the occupied film of you with me.
shesshy 