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Life CycleOne thing I don't understand is the rush to be the best, / When in fifty odd years you will die, / A
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May 27, 2015
In The DarkIn the dark I dine alone with only my demons to keep me safe. Safe, safety from what? From whom? Fro
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May 11, 2015
Sweet Sweet SuicideHold me close dear whilst I cry. Hold me close my love whilst I die. Hold me and watch, watch me fad
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May 11, 2015
Love Letters To The DeadWill you, will you love me still? When I’m no longer young and my hair will start to fade. Will you,
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May 11, 2015
Ironic JoyBlack ribbon round my arms, round my waist. Tying me together, making lose ends meet. Black ribbon r
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May 11, 2015
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