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Broken angel torn in two |
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Tears rolling from my eyes |
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On rare occasions when we find ourselves looking into the eyes of death himself, only then destiny may show you glimpses of the things she has written in the stars. |
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Depression dragged the words to the core meaningless yet sore |
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Dark |
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I will forever be the girl who was just a filler in this movie called life... </3 |
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Standing on thick ice. Feeling myself sink. |
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Standin on thick ice. Feeling myself sink. |
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And then, I jumped. |
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The blood, it flows so smoothly. it runs down my arm. my blood pumps through my body into the open air. that's it. the feeling of death. suicide. |