Placeholder: [vaporwave, Barbarella, Jane Fonda] Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost and now possessed by hatred that blankets a world without passion! ... singing voices that only a deaf ear could hear... so many times mumur where and who you are... where you will be in the next deathlife! Yes, I've been a dreamer of bad thoughts! No dry [vaporwave, Barbarella, Jane Fonda] Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost and now possessed by hatred that blankets a world without passion! ... singing voices that only a deaf ear could hear... so many times mumur where and who you are... where you will be in the next deathlife! Yes, I've been a dreamer of bad thoughts! No dry

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[vaporwave, Barbarella, Jane Fonda] Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost and now possessed by hatred that blankets a world without passion! ... singing voices that only a deaf ear could hear... so many times mumur where and who you are... where you will be in the next deathlife! Yes, I've been a dreamer of bad thoughts! No dry

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[vaporwave, Barbarella, Jane Fonda] Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost and now possessed by hatred that blankets a world without passion! ... singing voices that only a deaf ear could hear... so many times mumur where and who you are... where you will be in the next deathlife! Yes, I've been a dreamer of bad thoughts! No dry
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[vaporwave, Barbarella, Jane Fonda] Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost and now possessed by hatred that blankets a world without passion! ... singing voices that only a deaf ear could hear... so many times mumur where and who you are... where you will be in the next deathlife! Yes, I've been a dreamer of bad thoughts! No dry
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