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Once again they tell me that i'm insensible. It must be true, it's always the same accusation. You don't feel well and you seek a reason, i guess it's me, i guess it's my lack of compassion. And i fake to sympathize, with the struggles you endure every single day. These desperate cries, surround my isolation, i wanna be alone, am i whole? am i hollow? When heaven descends to the palms of my hands, i wanna be alone, am i whole? am i hollow? Before my eyes the most beautiful girl cries, still i run to avoid any complications..


// Tomi