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He was the antichrist in a church full of angels,and he drew in the goddess herself.He snatched her up from the heavens and filled her with his filthy ways but she loved every bit of it
I remember the first time I saw you
I was wearing that flowery dress

You said I looked beautiful
I actually thought I did that day

I danced that day
and from a distance you were watching
I felt free and bold

You kissed my cheek
I remember the butterflies

But memories are like ashes in the wind

Once there only to be flown away
Because that is what they will always be

Just distant Memories
I can breathe.
I can see.
I can feel.
I can taste.
I can love.

But one thing I can't do,

Is be someone I am not.
I was happy.
The sun was shining and my day seemed a little bright,
Even though i still live with that guilt,
The sun finally met the moon,
And it seemed almost to perfect to exist,
But at least the Sun was shining a little brighter.
why must it hurt?
why must I deal with pain that I scream to go away?
why must it hurt?
when I shout I want out all they hear is silence
I don't want to go this way,
but it hurts.
and the pain will not subside,
in fact;
It spreads.
Like Wild Fire

— The End —