March
April 2012
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette. Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet. Out from the window see her back drop silhouette. This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget.
Curse my enemies forever. Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful. This desperation leaves me overjoyed. With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy .
She's a pretty girl. She's always falling down and I think I just fell in love with her but she won't ever remember.
I can see now that all of these clouds are following me in my desperate endeavor to find my whoever, wherever she may be.
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