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Haunted nights for halcyon days
Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice
Nature's way struck grief in me
And I became a ghost in sickness

Willingly guided into heresy
Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
And you'd pity my conviction
Whereas I thought of myself as a leader

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Just my opinion but


What the fuck

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thanks mom

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don’t stare at the moon too long or else you’ll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense

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dying before your friends and welcoming them to hell like


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