dead path
flowing scent of your perfume, flowering flowers bloom through your path. you have a good life, yet a pretty beautiful face. a tasted strawberry, a cake you ate. my path? full of swarming dead souls. full of words, wrong decisions, and lies. a crappy scent, dead flowers thorought my path. aren't you a perfect little girl? while I just a second for you?
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