long times has passed, yet nothing has changed, I am still a victim, a victim of my times, a prisonner within myself,

Buried Shallow, Forgotten deeply...I've rotten, I've blotted and the skin has slipped off my bones

and still I sing "Je Cherche Fortune, aoutour de chat noir......."

this is the story of a life, my life...the simple short story of a gasping being.
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the spirits are devastated, they tried their best, tried to resist the last slipping, but sometimes the desire to move on is not as strong as the fatigue that overcomes the soul, and so they slipped and vanished