sYmpathY DieD

Listening to: Eisley-Memories
Feeling: secretive
Impossible though it seems we can make it through the dreary screams following only the darkest star our souveniers are our scars bloody light escapes the night the gloom is broken, no longer does fright consume the mind that has for so long been under a trance, closed off to all wrong goodbye my love my light is gone im sorry for the trouble but theres nothing more i can do i wish to stay atleast one more moment but NO, i cant the days not new FUCK ok? thats all i have to say... FUCK
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Fuck?...