[Beautiful Hell - Adna🎶]Â
One morning I woke up. I was just walking. Actually, I was neither fully awake nor fully up with the sun. I was distracted. There was no sun. The mirror of my heart was broken into my soul. I was broken. I was gone. But I was still breathing. Actually, I was not broken, my soul was narrow to my body's breath.
 I slept one night. I was having a nightmare. Actually, I was neither fully asleep nor fully tired, my running body was insane. I was hurt. There was no moon. The mirror of my wound was broken on my wrists. I was away, I was there. But I couldn't breathe. Actually, I was not far away, my body was far away from my soul's cage.
 There was no light. The mirror of my heart was caught in my soul.
 There was no burn. The mirror of my wound was wrapped around my wrists.
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