May 2016
THIS IS IT.
THE END OF ALL
WE FOUGHT FOR
WE TRIED FOR
WE DIED FOR.
I KNOW WHAT WE
promised
WAS BUT A MID-DAY MALADY,
THAT NO MERCURY TONIC
WILL BURN OUT
THE END OF ALL
WE FOUGHT FOR
WE TRIED FOR
WE DIED FOR.
I KNOW WHAT WE
promised
WAS BUT A MID-DAY MALADY,
THAT NO MERCURY TONIC
WILL BURN OUT
like we did
(24/M/London)
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