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Master of Disaster

if the eyes tell of the soul then your eyes are a hole, where I can see all the pain you seek to understand, because you're standing alone in a world that is so cold, just hold on to me i'll tell you all you want to hear, even the fear that causes your tears, let me be your master I'll create a disaster.

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