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hahaha silly girl silly girl what are you doing this is all a dream no matter no matter there will always be blood in the street on your hands you think behind closed doors you're invisible but no you're not you're just behind a door they'll open it and see you they will see you   but it's a dream because you don't matter why did you collect it all pooling around their vacant bodies you paint the white walls the same thing each time you paint a rose but the rose never stays it runs red with the blood you use because the greatest lie is that you're in a dream when you are the nightmare
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Paint The Roses Red With The Blood Of The Bird You Did Love
hahaha silly girl silly girl what are you doing this is all a dream no matter no matter there will always be blood in the street on your hands you think behind closed doors you're invisible but no you're not you're just behind a door they'll open it and see you they will see you   but it's a dream because you don't matter why did you collect it all pooling around their vacant bodies you paint the white walls the same thing each time you paint a rose but the rose never stays it runs red with the blood you use because the greatest lie is that you're in a dream when you are the nightmare
WickedHope
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
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