January
February 2009
Lost in slumber, a threat to no one Weak and humbled in my disgrace Sweet departure, is what I long for Careless moments to comfort me Dead philosophy... If I offer you my soul, will you carry me awa
End this suffering You made a monster of me, Through all your wicked lies, Forever tortured by you, Abandoned at death's door Until I said no more, Don't look away, You're just a former regret of mi
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