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Those "attention seekers"
They want attention because no one gives them anything.
Those are the people who are slowly slipping from the light,
Into an abyss they can never come out of.
Ajoined, once more.
We dance upon this rooftop...
Red leaves on summer trees
It's not my favourite colour.
But it's my favourite on you...
They said, holding on to this narrow ledge, slowly...
Too much weight on my shoulders to keep up...
You've driven me insane,
and destroyed my brain...
The machines of war will kill us all.
You push me, when I'm a door that you should've pulled.
The more pain and suffering you go through, makes a better story you can tell others to inspire them.
by Trampled Angel
by Maple Tree
by William Mae