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Detd Janez In These Days

. The dreams in which I die. I walk across this burning bridge that falls down, before your eyes but you just stare. In these days of being broken-hearted. In these days

this. Death, a very tempting bliss. In these days of being broken-hearted. In these days which have really darkened. In these days in which the pain is rising. In these days