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Sounds unusual compared to your other musical compositions. But this pressure is like a volcanic eruption. Yes baby, no regret, crush the air with your sound! And let the ash cover the sky, and the chthonic energy fill the space. N0cto
supported by 10 fans who also own “My memories are poison”
Jisatsu Manyuaru - The manual of suicide. I don't know how I'd describe the feeling of warmth at the last moment stay alone under a dim light around the street corner. Just lie in peace, staring at the constellations between the crescive clamped by buildings, counting down the minutes. Then the embrace of nihility was more cozy than ever before, as if I became part of the endless void and no more pain or loneliness. I knew that I'd fly until falling apart while the bell jingling me to nowhere. min4to-the-maid