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the melancholy music dwindles inside of my bones hollowed by the constant straining of limbs hoping to feel something other than this unfailingly cold metal kissing my tongue gleaming cruelty branding scars into finger tips im unsure of everything and most of all i am a lost cry for help a distant plea fossilizing into a future of dead uncertainty.
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
it's always difficult to ask for directions
the melancholy music dwindles inside of my bones hollowed by the constant straining of limbs hoping to feel something other than this unfailingly cold metal kissing my tongue gleaming cruelty branding scars into finger tips im unsure of everything and most of all i am a lost cry for help a distant plea fossilizing into a future of dead uncertainty.
cadence-musick
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
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