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love; to love is to be loved, to be alive.
The unconditional, outragous feeling that
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A gentle slumber (Sleep)
Just a little diffeent from the usual (Numb)
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In that Family Portrait. The breath of the sea sharing its
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Put on that collar Baby,
Cause you sure as hell ain't no angel.
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Hes so close, yet so far and i feel myself slipping further
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Lying here, awake.
No-one could possibly even try to
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To my shining☆star, my armour.
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Terrifying truths
travel from chapped [or bloodied] lips
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Desecrating glory, degrading false
libertys and raping fake legacys
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Whats wrong with my mind, combined with hate and fear,
some twisted fantasy designed to align to the unkind thoughts and
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Sipping coffee by the poolside not caring 'bout a thing.
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Rush tide, rolling in, like blood.
Running down the cheeks of innocent girls
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After the, Problems I've faced,
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Crimson and Scarlet pools decorate the
sky as the Apricot sun sets miserably,
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Plastic Stars and Aluminum Moons decorate this night
with the skies in Your eyes,
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How long will this last?....
The unique you and the
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summer sighs decorate the night,
this light, from the wonders of your heart, invite,
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Drop out, let go.
don't be afraid of what you're made of.
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Day One; Father, Mummy brought a new person into the house a few months ago; he scares me, he has a really short temper, he couldn't get th
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Clutch for any fragment of what we had,
Let us see what we're worth.
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A Cannibalistic Massacre only occurs
When a misanthropic mind.
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Time stands still. Setting the tone for this evening.
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Hear me, | Feel me,
Calling out to you, | Dying in your arms,
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You whisper sweet words, And as they run from your demonic tongue.
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Downing the liquid heat, absinthe running down my cool throat.
The world blurs and shifts.
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As your needles flicker under my skin Sharp, vital pain as the venom seeps through my veins.
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With inhuman precision, We uproot a sickening distortion.
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The boulevard, illuminated by this new found craze. Silk decorates the innocent bodies of not-so-innocent dreams.
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Stood, in a morose land. Twilight falls.
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On death row, i stare up at the rope,
Swinging, Swinging from the high wooden beam.
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As i stared on,
Glared on.
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