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Intro. The sound of rain hitting the cement floor is consistently loud. Rusty smell The smell of cigarette smoke and the faint smell of blood wafted in the air. I was standing there... In the Shadows The fresh wound on the cheek was still warm, and the plaster could not be closed. But those pains are nothing compared to what is in front of them. You Someone I thought I had forgotten Someone I "will never really forget" Ten Years Lost The world forced me to kill. It taught me not to feel. Remove Name Erase the past Remove everything called 'human'. But when I look at you...

Kirin

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