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Dance along with suicide and join the damned~

And she danced herself to death~

Woe to the men whose hearts dangle on heaven's brink snapped necks strung by a noose hovering in limbo never to rise nor sink Oh how the..

And yet I craved the wretched sting of sorrow . . .

Only to be led straight to the grave.

Growing accustomed to your job isn't exactly the greatest thing ever . . .

Lying under the hanging blade; death will descend to grasp me . . .

Since when have oxymorons made sense?

Halt; wait until my hollowed shell rips open; then you may see what lurks within I.

When one grows two, does two ever revert to one?