Obsession with astrology needs empty encouragement
Only then can we realize that we are only escaping
Giving up painkillers and memory
I still insist on crying when I get home
That's my limit
Even if you can never recover
I'm afraid of being quiet, so I'm used to talking to myself
Your limit is here, too
Don't cross my disordered heart
If I were you, I would leave more cruelly
But the side effects are not clear
I'm really glad you didn't deny yourself
That's my limit
It's time to stop him from indulging
On the eve of collapse, I will admit that I have lost
Your limit is here, too
Take back the last feeling
If I were you, I wouldn't waste sympathy
That's my limit
It's time to stop him from indulging
On the eve of collapse, I have to admit that I have lost
Your limit is here, too
Take back the last feeling
If I were you, I would sympathize with myself
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