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Come son pesanti i giorni, 
A nessun fuoco posso riscaldarmi, 
non mi ride ormai nessun sole, 
tutto è vuoto, 
tutto è freddo e senza pietà, 
ed anche le care limpide stelle 
mi guardano senza conforto, 
da quando ho appreso nel mio cuore, 
che anche l'amore può morire. 
Black Kiss…Lù
July 24
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Controlar sus vidas El decidir cuando cómo morirán Una víctima algún otro bien escogido Los que sufren no tienen ninguna vozDestino de manipulación Cuando viene a vivir, nadie se parece cuidar pero cuando viene al deseo hacia fuera Ésos con energía, estarán allí Prolongar el dolor ¿Cuanto tiempo durará? Máquina del suicidio Una petición de morir con dignidad ¿Está eso demasiado a pedir? Máquina del suicidio Cómo es fácil es negar el dolor Algún otro que sufre Robado de capacidades naturales En muerte ahora buscan tranquilidad En un estado de la mente confuso Agonía que extiende, deben estar oculta Destino de manipulación Cuando viene a vivir, nadie se parece cuidar pero cuando viene al deseo hacia fuera Ésos con energía, estarán allí Prolongar el dolor ¿Cuanto tiempo durará? Máquina del suicidio Una petición de morir con dignidad ¿Está eso demasiado a pedir? Máquina del suicidio
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