When
hate
becomes our wanted respite,
not the word
really
just the spillage,
the need
to empty our soul
such energy
uglies the mind
such a degree we may no longer know
or
imagine what we once
adored
sweet elegance,
soft mystique
whispers
this certain
love
 | a quiet man on I Just Want To Die |
 | ebonyandcrows on I Just Want To Die |
| a quiet man on I Just Want To Die |
| a quiet man on I Just Want To Die |
| a quiet man on I Just Want To Die |
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Breathings of my heart.....
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love each other like you are the lyric and they are the music
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