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i used to live another life.i use to wake up from not sleeping every morning,look in the mirror, and crave a blade.i use to cross my eyes when my eyes..
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the lights are dim, the sun is settinga glass of wine, half-emptycasts a lonely shadow on the walla clock is tickinga solemn reminderof how time keeps..
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i don’t think you knowno, no i don’t think soi don’t think you knowwhat you wanta kiss so light, like wingslike wings on skinfeather..
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invitation, then concessionit’s the same old song and dancewe’re playing it louder and fasterlouder and faster than ever beforelike moths ..
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Hush, don’t speak.Pretty far fall, isn’t it?It’s the risk you take, though.Common knowledge, that.I mean it when I said don’t ..
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i love it when you saychrysanthemum, pedestrianaminals, spectacles, nudist and crotch.i hate it when you saymotherboard, adrenalineangry, soaking, wri..
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he snarls, she sobstears really can falland they fall like rainher tender skinbrutalizedher blueblue eyesclose againsame scenedifference nightmareshe&..
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put the bottle downpour it out, throw it awayit’s so amusing howin one breathyou chastise, criticizethe same behaviorsyou so proudly enjoyyou&rs..
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there will be a daywhen the sky will darken andthe clouds will gather andi will take your hand in mine andthe thunder will rumble andthe lighting will..
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If I could write a million storiesabout the way things used to be,I wouldn’t write a one.I’ve tried to forget, to forgive,pretend you neve..
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