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If sadness were a thing It would be a coin Carried in my pocket The shine worn down From constant f..

Impossible to articulate Those certain lossesLove lost in this lifeIs ever sadBecause unlike lifeIt's not promised i..

39.37.17 night gazing reveling in self destructionglazing over all the cracks in my skeleton creep

On the third Sunday I thought I heard your voice You called my name And I whispered I’m here your..

I want to find that one Perfect word That makes you Fall in love With me again I want to burn of..

I fell through fire, miles and miles of it And while I fell I witnessed countless miracles Obscure ..

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