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lay on the                                        shadow    black                     grass rise up and rekindle all the memorys that                          hath     been                            harassed listen to the                   sorrowful           howling                                      wail for all those who                contiue    to                               fail the red cresent moon rising                  high and                                  bleeding the limp, dead body's cast a warning           to                              be    heeding one shattered soul takes in the              blood   and                             flesh her blood stained hands still                                    crimson          and fresh the only thing more dead is the hole                        bored                 in       her                                            head to be her you must know what it is when a soul's dead        to be                            truly               alone to out live all the blood             stained                                       ties to                    home a black cloak and veil cover the       ghastly                                                  skin she's a being that              shouldn't    have                                                  been always wearing an unseen mask            no one                      was                 able                                        to        ask what tragedy had been        in                      her past no one could ever have guessed how long her                       pain                                           could          last a past the world never gave her a chance                       to        forget as if the world feels her                                death   filled                 regret bearing the cruel curse she            had   been                         given in a way she is                   always       living like a poisin dart embedded in the                                     soul           domain slowly eating away till the             body                        only                  remains can't count all the blood lined roads          of                     her               war the deaths fall down onto an unmarked score                 a    girl             forever                          sixteen to her life is          cold, hard                                         and                    mean her chance was taken away         never                       to                 be    returned
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
A Chance Never Given
lay on the                                        shadow    black                     grass rise up and rekindle all the memorys that                          hath     been                            harassed listen to the                   sorrowful           howling                                      wail for all those who                contiue    to                               fail the red cresent moon rising                  high and                                  bleeding the limp, dead body's cast a warning           to                              be    heeding one shattered soul takes in the              blood   and                             flesh her blood stained hands still                                    crimson          and fresh the only thing more dead is the hole                        bored                 in       her                                            head to be her you must know what it is when a soul's dead        to be                            truly               alone to out live all the blood             stained                                       ties to                    home a black cloak and veil cover the       ghastly                                                  skin she's a being that              shouldn't    have                                                  been always wearing an unseen mask            no one                      was                 able                                        to        ask what tragedy had been        in                      her past no one could ever have guessed how long her                       pain                                           could          last a past the world never gave her a chance                       to        forget as if the world feels her                                death   filled                 regret bearing the cruel curse she            had   been                         given in a way she is                   always       living like a poisin dart embedded in the                                     soul           domain slowly eating away till the             body                        only                  remains can't count all the blood lined roads          of                     her               war the deaths fall down onto an unmarked score                 a    girl             forever                          sixteen to her life is          cold, hard                                         and                    mean her chance was taken away         never                       to                 be    returned
andrew-t-hannah
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
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