Listening to: 36 Crazyfists-white chalk
in the night we are
filled with energry that
our parents will never see
the purity of ourselves
i shake in the morning
the cold hits my soul
lonelyness haunts us
We shattered along ago
tryin to feel
what they call emotions
broken hearted
hiden inside
never letting go
of the night
we fucked
losted alittle bit
of ourselves that night
the virgin crys out loud
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