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Jul 11
Sometimes words have two meanings.
So listen close because
The wide path leads to a cliff’s edge
But nobody ever told me
I could get away with being tempted
When I was younger, I thought
But now that I’m older, I do
Never thought I’d be on my knees for you
Accepting whatever you ask me to
I believe in
My complete destruction, my sins piling up
Wash away the faith I thought I had
This moment is all I need
I believe in you
I’m not afraid of going to hell anymore.
A bustle in your hedgerow. A hedgerow in your hedgerow. Bustle. Buss buss it baby
Written by
Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands  121/address/unknown
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   Ophelia Ray
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