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Mar 2014
Put your hands to the sky and know that you'll be alright
Another hit of that light
You'll make it another night
Fire burns slowly but you aren't lonely
The voices in your head telling you to take the meds
Hear the crying of your own self dying
And im not lying when I say...

Carry me to the house of demons
cause I don't have any other reasons
and we've come to far to debate it now
The queens already lost her crown.
Was supposed to be a song but I like this more as a poem.
Twisted Stiches
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Twisted Stiches
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   Katelyn and Emily Tyler
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