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Screaming songs from the Sirens fall on deaf ears.
Dark jewels no longer hold me captive.
Voice no longer echoes but is pulled into the chasm, lost forever.
Golden threads fraying at the ends.
Blood is thicker than water but flows just as freely.
Love has nothing to do with itself. shneee
Dark jewels no longer hold me captive.
Voice no longer echoes but is pulled into the chasm, lost forever.
Golden threads fraying at the ends.
Blood is thicker than water but flows just as freely.
Love has nothing to do with itself. shneee