Who tears apart a family to fix a reputation?
Who alienates their child to prove loyalty to a parent?
Your irony is painfully amusing.
...The type of pain that rips your stomach from your throat and your breath from your lungs. The type of pain it hurts to imagine inflicting on any person you hated.
And why?
To teach a lesson, to prove a point of purity. Your virtual hands are strangling my soul. Let me go, let me die. Let me breathe, let me cry.
But I can't cry, cause I can't breathe. I can't breathe so I can't speak. Let me live or let me die, or at least give me a good reason why.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Who tears apart a family to fix a reputation?
Who alienates their child to prove loyalty to a parent?
Your irony is painfully amusing.
...The type of pain that rips your stomach from your throat and your breath from your lungs. The type of pain it hurts to imagine inflicting on any person you hated.
And why?
To teach a lesson, to prove a point of purity. Your virtual hands are strangling my soul. Let me go, let me die. Let me breathe, let me cry.
But I can't cry, cause I can't breathe. I can't breathe so I can't speak. Let me live or let me die, or at least give me a good reason why.
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