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I was afraid you were gone...

Her name was Annabel-Lee, and she was buried alive.

Make'em coil up in their bed.

Nothing can start if nothing is begun.

To the survivors of the Holocaust.

A lithe tiger after her prey.

Love only loves.

Gnawing and eating at my insides hands clasped in prayer Words fall from my lips in reverent devotion My body grows thi..

Perpetually rushing from one place to another. Perpetually worrying about what is to come. Looking towards the horizon and watchin..

I just wish life was better.