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The most beautiful thing in life is the cellar door.
with an appearance rough and gray, behind it, so much more.
The cellar door is the most bea..
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This paper, old and tattered,
Is written upon from a heart once shattered,
A girl that once mattered
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This pen, black and fading,
Writes of ..
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Every breath I take is thicker than smoke.
With every gasp comes a painful choke.
These lungs slowly fill up with ice.
This is what I get,
This ..
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You can't help me now,
Even if you wanted to,
You wouldn't know how.
Slowly I cry these crimson tears
Slowly I regret having these fears.
I d..
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Rain slowly exhales from the clouds.
Thunder clashes all around.
But I could care less.
I stand in the middle of this down-poor
Imagining you ..
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Without you here
I'm as empty as that bottle on the inside.
Wishing you were near
Endless nights I've cried.
I miss you more and more with every..
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Fog lays low to the [ground]
On this evening after a misty [rain]
All is [oblivious] to sound
This night cannot [explain]
The moon [highlights] ..
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I hope you swallow a toothpick, and it breaks in half.
Once it absorbs into your esophagus,
It will make its way to your intestines and soon it will..
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They want to know what I have to say,
So I scream and I cry but they won't listen.
Maybe I could get a few words in if they'll stop asking
"Ar..
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They called you a failure
you felt all sense of hope fall away,
here
no one can judge you,
or at least that's what you tell yourself.
you're ..
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