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Kill me, beauitful |
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Am I in a coma... |
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L |
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Feeling better now that you |
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The beauty behind a withered black rose |
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Dreams tell a story |
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Pick up those knives |
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Everytime you say the word "cut" or the name "adrian" you give me the chills.. |
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It hurts like hell crying one tear because this one tear held all my emotion you made me bottle up inside... |
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I wish I didn't care for myself as much as I do :( people are right when they say not all dreams come true because I am still self concerned, maybe that is why all those close to my heart left |