Black times three burns deep inside, look in my eyes, be horrified. But think, my blood, is it not red? It is the same kind that you shed. Your eyes burn green with jealousy, you wish you were as free as me. The deep blue hues of an ocean of hate send me spinning towards an ominous fate. Orange and yellow, the fires that burn deep inside where emotions churn. Far inside this purple haze, I can't escape your loathing gaze. Black times 3 burns deep inside, but in our hearts, we cannot lie.Birth sign: Not entered
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