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Fill up your cup of wine with a bit of soft pity, dousing the fire just to restart the flames
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I keep throwing ricks at a glass house, waiting for a different chance to take
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Careful not to shatter the silence of such a love adorned with fabricated sin
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My eyes blink away the crusty remains, of another slumber
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Hold me in the palm of your hand I am nothing you can touch
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The sun illuminated the road, outlining the faded asphalt in bright light
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I invite the night to join me, in my seance as the sacrifice begins
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1.) What kind of music do you like? Why?
I like all kinds of music if the lyrics make me feel something, but my favorites are metalcore an
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The rain collides with my body like soft, wet bullets
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What lurks inside; hard to define, enraptured within a contorted vision of this false world
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I am fully aware of your eyes, Fixed on the bare patch of skin on my back
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Paint me prickly kisses and hazardous hugs,
unil my skin begins to scratch away at the edges
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I will never understand to what degree, that you raise me under
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The duct tape won't stick to my muderous diamond heart and I can't seem to pull myself together from this angle
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What a fine line we walk with our eyes closed, for fear of tumbling through to failure
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I fill my self with my own concoction made up of hidden depression, self-hatred and the un-willed mind
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Autumn A season of preparatory affections and drifting,
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I can't seem to function from this far away
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Today was a day just like anyother. Except I didn't think today was the day, that I'd die young
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Multiple what my mind reads by ten billion and subtract all genuine emotions and you get how I must appear to feel everyday of my life
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The nightmares return for an encore and I am back to where I keep beginning
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Self-proclaimed hatred that fills up this cup of mine,
not half empty, nor half full
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Everything shatters at an alarming rate, but in this closeness, still not a thing can be heard
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I counted the rain on my skin,
as they fell like a shadow across my windowpane
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She inhales religion as the demons staked on the inside of her brain,
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These high and low tides wash me right back to where I've started
below the gates of purgatory
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The heavy burden I carry on my shoulderblades,
has finally crushed me today
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Never have I spoken of what occured
because even with minor sentence fragments,
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One worded gift, may hold me forever indebted to you but my thanks was already displayed
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You seem to take me as a fool Placing me dead center, in the middle
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I am nauseaous, and you're still held responsible for why my body aches with shame
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The ringing in her ears comes too close to home A wider leap of faith than she's willing to show
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