I lust for blood
Ineed to kill...
Death is beconing me
Calling my name...
Blood red tears running from her eyes
Always defeated no matter how she tries...
Can you keep a secret
A secret of my past...
Ode to Hope
The slightest belief...
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I hate myself more than you ever could and |
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I wish my lawn was emo so it would go and cut itself |
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Jesus may love you, but everyone else thinks your a wanker... |