The wraith wrote right
Inside the sight of a sigh
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Love dove like a dove
Then flew full of flu
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Doubt is the apple
And love is the worm
***
If you are ready for happiness
You are already lost
***
I did my worst
So I would know my worst
***
From a martyr to a victim
A fall marks the distance
***
Everyone’s addicted to their illness
Because the medicine tastes worse
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
The wraith wrote right
Inside the sight of a sigh
***
Love dove like a dove
Then flew full of flu
***
Doubt is the apple
And love is the worm
***
If you are ready for happiness
You are already lost
***
I did my worst
So I would know my worst
***
From a martyr to a victim
A fall marks the distance
***
Everyone’s addicted to their illness
Because the medicine tastes worse