posion philosophy

*they call me the mourning dove. hallowed be my refrain. i sing with a bleeding tongue- beauty stems from my pain.* you're slivered inside and derided on sight. your abhorrent habits have cast fans aside- your knack for dramatics belittles the tragic. it isn't romantic. get over your strife. *they call me the mourning dove. hallowed be my refrain. i sing with a bleeding tongue- beauty stems from my pain.* not all life is suffering- you're twisting it in your head. psychosomatic pain's no reason to act dead. you're wasting your youth with these childish blues. self-pity is useless, contagious. get out of bed. *they call me the mourning dove. hallowed be my refrain. i sing for my poisoned loves- my voices guides them to their graves.* stop worr'ying the wound and it'll event'lly heal. quit floating towards koreyland- identify what is real. if you wanna get better you gotta be brave. face the pain and the rain or stay caught up in tears and weals.

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