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Why is it that we are at our most ingenius only when trying to destroy the things that keep us alive and thriving?
Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us.
"No wonder I do not make people comfortable. I am a mirror. I have far too many things to say." - Mouthing the Words
Howl at the stars, whisper when you're sleeping, I'll be there to hold you, I'll be there to stop the chills and all the weeping.
your tongue's like poisonso swollen it fills up my mouthrs
All I do, is think about you...
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