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A candle lit for my past.For there is no return.Remember why i'm here.As all my memories shall burn.They burn like a book.A set flame in the night.Unl..
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Self hate fills my veins for all I can see is violence.I want to scream but I can not make one sound.I drown in my own tears that have been brought on..
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