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when you long for the hurt has it gone too far when you hate your lover and you wanna leave scars has the hate blossomed and become som..

" This is a tribute to the inner me,"

you walk on knowing what you've done you breathe easy to try and make you calm without me you stood no chance without me you know you cant so ..

im sitting in my own distruction ill be ready when this finally takes its toll when the pain is too much when the hurt is a touch and ill be read..

sweet little girl.. with a smile so bright whoin the world took your spine.. im afraid to inform that your going to die and i will get you there..

well i am broken to say the least.. now if you would think of me id be at peace. but the cuts were too deep the pain was too much and for once i..

mirror.. mirror in the wall who is the fariest of them all as i lay and sleep in my bed i see the voices in my head i hear them laugh i hear them..

your stinking breath leaves me cold for all the accusations that i hold for the lies and the distance the pain i recieve for what life, or this ..

the eyes conceal what we cannot see the arms struggle to feel what is free our minds ponder on what is lost our price is paid but what was the..

Ice has nothing on how cold my heart is hate has nothing on how you all kill you a backstabbing friend the scar i dont think will ever mend from..