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I don't believe in hell...i've been burning in the flames of my sorrow for so long...this is not hell...this is life |
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Rip myself to pieces |
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And She Asked, |
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Laughter echos forever in the black hole of my heart. |
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.:.One cut for yesterday.:.One cut for today.:.One cut for whatever else.:.To make the hurt go away.:. |
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These bloody tears spell your name as they fall |
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Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets. |
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There is no such thing as innocence. Only degrees of guilt. |
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S l o w l y |
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@..."Her story has eight legs to it, |