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Sometimes, a person just has to believe in fate.
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But there's no pretty picture, it's like having a name to no face.
What happened to all those pretty faces I used to see?
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but we close our eyes too soon,
in those thousand years of change.
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Do they know we silently judge them?
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Here's to you, my greatest "friend".
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The heart it drums,
It longs,
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Or am I nothing,
Nothing but the cold claw gripping at my own chest?
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and if you peeled back the paling skin,
I would assume you were looking for my heart.
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They weasled up my shirt
and drew designs on my stomach that made me shiver.
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Did I not make you happy,
or miserable enough?
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She drank the words, you said were her's
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She's the Queen of Hearts
all high on her throne
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Lips crushed together,
Butterflies knot the stomach
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The coldness of fingers,
Slip deep into mine,
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Drinking turpintine
Will have to be our Cyanide.
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I'll meet you hand in hand at lunch,
Stick my fingers down your throat,
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Can your stories keep you together as your mistakes rip you apart, Sacrifice?
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To everyone who has read my "Chapter Series"
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But back to the reality I choose to choose.
Where you still have your pants on...
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Just naturally tearing out my heart for you
Making these arteries my noose.
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Today I proved just how easily amused
I am at the thought of shiny-glowy things.
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The smell still lingers
close to that place
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Getting into Christmas spirit!
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But some where along the way we were denied,
We stopped, we prayed for deliverance,
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Return to the crime, We die tonight to be born again. This isn't true, it's not our time. Can you put a p
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I could trace the scar down
Up across the stomach, across the chest,
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You don't see.
The angels fell first...but I'm still here.
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