I know not how to ease this pain
Just trying to get to the next half step is bitter.
And rendering every breath... till the end? Impossible.
There was never the question of aesthetics. There is no art.
There is no way my song is seeing the start.
And there is absolutely no way it is continuing...
It is nothing but harmonized, detuned choking of hearts.
~K
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