Hello darkness, my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
5.23.2013
But sometimes in dreams of impact I still hear...
It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back, You run for cover but you can't escape the second attack. Your soul was innocent,she kissed himand she painted it black You should have seen your little face, burnin' for love.
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