Feeling cold hand on my back
squeezing my stomach
while I am listening to the music
peacefully sitting on the chair in my room
But the peace won't last any longer...
"Life has to be a curse..."
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"The curse for mistakes we did before and can't remember..."
"If it's not a curse, then just I am cursed..."
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"If it's not a curse, then why are people dying for bullshits?!"
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"If it's not a curse, then why I can feel the cold hands on me... hear that cold whispers in my ear... pinching my soul with unhealed holes and scars..."
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"Why have I this ability... to feel them near... to hear them... even to see them?"
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"Life has to be a curse, and ghosts have to be a useful tool, how to make me insane..."
