| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - feel the knives of guiltor crumble again in the face of beautyBut I am sorry, I think, at least.I apologize for things I can not control.Love is an emotion that I will not force.i do not want you to caress mei do not want you to lull me into sleepor submerge me into your dreamlandBut I am swimming in my pity stream.Dancing in a downpour of rusted lies.Somehow I have made myself believe.i do not want this fake
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