Trying to redeem myself as I get older,
I lust for your eyes,
To make up for who I shined on,
Whose divine spark I rejected.
Repentance
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Few words. A lot of imagination.
Few words. A lot of imagination.
Trying to redeem myself as I get older,
I lust for your eyes,
To make up for who I shined on,
Whose divine spark I rejected.
We declare the world as our canvas
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