cecil-davidsonWhisper

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BrokenSolicit my virtue even though I have none left to give / The last laugh will be mine when I cease to live / The trembling of my soft tears lick my face like flames
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Feb 28, 2012
For I am not who you think I amMake no mistake for the things you see creeping near can contort and create chaos for the disillusioned sight. / The narrow-minded rarely search their hearts for the answers that do not come easily. / I find myself beneath their double-edged swords in another world of lost senses and grim actuality.
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Dec 11, 2011
HateHate reminds me of him / Hate reminds me of them / Hate reminds me of foes
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Feb 28, 2012
Marching onward.Oh how the headless and heartless march on / A graceless group continuing through dawn / The truthful sun peeks out by rays of light
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Feb 28, 2012
MonsterToo soon we find ourselves alone / Trapped in a being from the unknown / Shouting aloud at this unknown creature
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Dec 11, 2011
star gazerIridescent and irregular / these stars I swear / Beaming down
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Sep 25, 2013
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