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Murder and Romance
all the right things were stolen from me and all thats left was this crap fit to rape these blue lines trying just to tell you how i see it when i can't even see clearly but still i'll force upon these narrow lanes waking up wondering how i felt before my descent into surreal space where everything was a littel better than fine and in half an hour i'm born again fake and my eyes are withered away quit fleeing from my memories across the vast shadows of my room my frozen heart speaks morbid dreams you're dead and i'm no longer alone