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It's a beautiful carnival, everyone wearing mask,
for me it's beginning to be such a hard task.
Why am I considered to be this very strong?
As if breaking apart was just terribly wrong!
Why can't I any more dance at this pretty ball?
Why do I feel the urge to run out of the hall?
Everything around me makes me feel really weak.
Am I the only one who can hear music creak?
Who am I dancing with, whose face it is I see?
I'm trying aimlessly reach to my memory.
No matter what I do, no matter how I try
all I feel is just desire to quickly die!
~Petra
for me it's beginning to be such a hard task.
Why am I considered to be this very strong?
As if breaking apart was just terribly wrong!
Why can't I any more dance at this pretty ball?
Why do I feel the urge to run out of the hall?
Everything around me makes me feel really weak.
Am I the only one who can hear music creak?
Who am I dancing with, whose face it is I see?
I'm trying aimlessly reach to my memory.
No matter what I do, no matter how I try
all I feel is just desire to quickly die!
~Petra
Life is like a masquerade sometimes, like a masked ball...
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