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Fainting in a dead end, scratching the surface discovering that is nothing left inside. Somewhere I belong but not to this ugly reality, this hateful thing that vanishes what you're supposed to be. Step by step a stair leading far apart, unknown the destination, but the journey doesn't worth nomore. Like wicked wings of a deadly crow screamin' its illness and my soul started to riot long time ago until it got rotten.