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I hurt myself today to see if I still feel,I focus on the pain the only thing that's real.The needle tears a hole..the old familiar sting.Try to kill it all away but I remember everything.What have I become? My sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all..my empire of dirt.I will let you down.I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair.Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear,you are someone else I am still right here.What have I become?My sweetest friend,everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt..I will let you down,I will make you hurt.If I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself..I would find a way.
R.I.P
01-17-11
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair.Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear,you are someone else I am still right here.What have I become?My sweetest friend,everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt..I will let you down,I will make you hurt.If I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself..I would find a way.
R.I.P
01-17-11
R.I.P
01-17-11
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