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Every secret she whispered is forgotten
Every drop of ink she ground into paper will drift away in ashes
Theres no such thing as wasted life, so Ill save my pity for myself
| « Say my name, bitch | The measure of a programmer » |
Every secret she whispered is forgotten
Every drop of ink she ground into paper will drift away in ashes
Theres no such thing as wasted life, so Ill save my pity for myself
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