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Come as you are Not as a friend But as who you are No job No life No f*****g ambition Who claims these lost lives The reapers scyth harvests t..

These tiny cords They pull Over and over they pull Where do they want us to go Toward our doom To some figment of imagination No they just tug ..

Bruised Broken Hurt Pain Scarred eyes Humor to hide the pain Walls to concele the hurt Long sleeves to cover the bruises Tricked even the Tric..

In this dark hallow i reside Following a long lost scent A scent i haven't smelt in a long time I hear a low whisper of love even agony What have..

My emotion shatters my very being You could say that this is a last mans words For I am dead inside I no longer breath I no longer want to..

Remember this I am sorry for thinking too much Sorry for bothering you I am sorry for wanting you Sorry for my heart you broke I am sorry for int..

Shivering I sit A blanket of lonleyness and hollowness surround me I feel the tendrils of cold creeping upon me The sun shines down on my face The..

Here sits a Flame So bright in the world Thinking it is impervious It sits there on top of the world Leting it shine its warmth into the people li..