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Nerves
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Nerves
Touch her void and simple world,
Pathways born with conflicts.
Let her heartbeats explode.
Time drifts fast, please act now!
Die from the clasps of mediocracy,
That's choking her little joys.
Awaken her wounds from the numb,
To remind her she lives.
Nerves, she picked you,
Not to name the things you can do.
She's chosen you,
To maim feelings she can't let go.
