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He sees right through me, and i dont know how to live with it, dont know how to live.... without. The trembling disentery feeling of the powerful dawn, seeping escaping from one life to another
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My shell has hardened
and its weighin me down
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DICKtators in Far go ciggarette plant
Erase my protest
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Broken fairytales stories,
made with angry fists,
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My skin disinegrates under your touch
I'm s-s-singin the {//black and//} blues again
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he hated when i flew
so he burned me to the ground
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Last Year's / Wishes\\\\\\\\ / Are This Year's ^Apologies^ / I Can't remember Why / The Truth Feels Like A
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The lights shines, slightly brighter than the moon, to reaveal , a head full of black, drowned in a sea of pale skin, with a strong brodened nose, formaly broken, and noticable, leading up to a saddened pair of crystal blue e
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they way they looked / the things they took , / the things they say / the time of day / teh year now past / things never last / only the sweeteste kinds of disasters look like this
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The bittersweet sounds of screaming infadalities splatter across the freshly dewdropped grass like a disease, and leaves a trail of r
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still we fall and still we fail
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and its aeiou and sometime y
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the sun is shining
so brightly
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dreaming of angel petals
and flower wings
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living is the worst way to die
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