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When my Juliet calls, and my soul is weary. I briefly fold, and long to follow that path I can't attempt. Sweet dagger, pierce my heart, and let our embrace shake the stars, But the will to live wins over a world without a Capulet It's the hardest decision that I'm never going to get, because the path of least resistance is the path I can't accept. It's because my life is never ready. The poison's on her lips already. Hands are shaking, Blade is steady. Sweet dagger, pierce my heart, and gift to me this path of sweet regret. Romeo is cold and weary, Oblivion is singing cheery Songs for what he longs for and the night; and the blade shines alight with blood so cold and wet.
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
Montague Mortuaries
When my Juliet calls, and my soul is weary. I briefly fold, and long to follow that path I can't attempt. Sweet dagger, pierce my heart, and let our embrace shake the stars, But the will to live wins over a world without a Capulet It's the hardest decision that I'm never going to get, because the path of least resistance is the path I can't accept. It's because my life is never ready. The poison's on her lips already. Hands are shaking, Blade is steady. Sweet dagger, pierce my heart, and gift to me this path of sweet regret. Romeo is cold and weary, Oblivion is singing cheery Songs for what he longs for and the night; and the blade shines alight with blood so cold and wet.
ian-steele
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
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