Chealsey Marou Biography

I am in beneath of the tomb
Crawling at the edge of the slimy enclosure

I can smell the disgusting creature
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He sits beside me
Tucking my hair at the back of my ear
And then he whispers all the words that I wanted to hear
As I've about to face him
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I met a man

A man on his own
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Dogs are barking

Birds are chirping
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The voice are missing, the feelings are fading

The heart is beating but the inside is dying
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