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He is nothing just throwing it away Nothing but little to blame All withered past the day Thorough left to his splintered shame Self-advantage sheltered once in me A selfish ruin of lost control The devil once tortured him among the unseen For true is all that is remembered; baffled and withhold Something but all a brutal essence Crooked with mindless and deceived actions He never beheld a large intend of such lessons With all due to his respect, his master's own intentions fractions A diving behold but in remarculous form Within stance from his cornered' throne Belittled by all lies and schemes blended with such Is all too late under what estimates morn He tells all yet true lies within her Such small and fragile he is held in intentions of much Towered behind the days past For nothing shall be granted and lasting Copied and widowed by longing groan Crept under lies and remorse under told by frames Battled and scarred for his intentions of such and remains Quietly shall he keep this up, for he knows all is gone
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
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He is nothing just throwing it away Nothing but little to blame All withered past the day Thorough left to his splintered shame Self-advantage sheltered once in me A selfish ruin of lost control The devil once tortured him among the unseen For true is all that is remembered; baffled and withhold Something but all a brutal essence Crooked with mindless and deceived actions He never beheld a large intend of such lessons With all due to his respect, his master's own intentions fractions A diving behold but in remarculous form Within stance from his cornered' throne Belittled by all lies and schemes blended with such Is all too late under what estimates morn He tells all yet true lies within her Such small and fragile he is held in intentions of much Towered behind the days past For nothing shall be granted and lasting Copied and widowed by longing groan Crept under lies and remorse under told by frames Battled and scarred for his intentions of such and remains Quietly shall he keep this up, for he knows all is gone
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
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