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You say, |
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I feel the need to drive a steak trough my vampyric heart until my blood runs dry. |
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Now I stare |
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People say "life is too short" but life is the longist thing you will have to endour. |
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Lust Dies. |
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>Close_your_eyes< |
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The mystery behind her so many years of tears, |
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I carve your innitials into my wrist so the memory of you stays, but the memories with you pour out in blood; then are forever incased deep under my skin. |
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Deliver me promices of broken lies and false hopes. |
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My wrists cry crimson tears. |