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тыщу лет не слушала лам.. а точнее года полтора-два точно. помню нечало зимы, какое-то предновогоднее состояние мерзкое и темноту.
но вдруг захотелось, несмотря на абсолютно неясные и незапомнившиеся негативные ассоциации. просто видимо период не попал.

I've knelt at your alter. I've cut out my heart. I've lived in your Ruins. My pain is your art. My wrists are bound tight so as not to bleed, my eyes were so dark so as not to see. The memories of the past are fading like a bad dream. I've never been so alone than with you, I've never been scared to dream until now, I can't close my eyes, I'll carry on, screaming. Your words are like ice, they melt in the heat, the cold and the pain, which you seem to breed, have become what you are and left your ruins empty