even upon death there is no rest,
the blood in your hands has long dried,
to you nothing but for me a test,
one where i lose my heart yet still have to fight.
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- if it could kill, the better.
- thats how maturity works.
- impure.
- +1 for family.
- piece o shit.
- or implode.
- judas kiss.
- an unfinished life.
- no hiding.
- th sffrr & th wtnss.
- of many faces.
- skeletons in the closet.
- you know nothing.
- calling your name.
- afraid of the things i might do.
- spotless mind.
- palpitations.
- invisible to all.
- not. one. bit.
- blackhole, right from the beginning.
- angel or devil?
- do you still look up st the night sky?
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