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We live to die, to bleed, to cry |
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Her cries of pain is his music |
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Why is it that I have feelings for the ones who have none back...? |
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The secret cource of humour is not of joy, but of sadness |
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Harry potter: look! a dark scary figure drinking unicorn blood! come on draco, lets go poke it |
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I have a picture of you |
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Only a true heart can peirce the darkness |
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After you broke me I thought I would be weaker..but now I'm stronger |
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Mommy says I'm special- |
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When i can't do anything to help you don't know how much it kills me |