every version of me dead and buried in the yard ou

aesthetic blog cause why the hell not

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I fell in love with the fire long ago

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Why can I hear it inside

The thoughts and feelings cold

And calculating but entirely false

She is not the one who

Does the speaking

It is not the one who moves the limbs

Inside and irrelevant, never known

Is it real, will I ever show

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When there's nobody upstairs to receive us

When I have no kind words left Love for you

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folded pieces of paper

broken glass

a moment in darkness

between worlds

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AND WHEN I SAID FOREVER

YOU SAID GET BACK IN THE CAR

NOTHING LASTS FOREVER BABE YOU KNOW IT BREAKS MY HEART

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Why would offer a name

to the same old tired pain

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we should care shouldn't we?

it's nice to care.

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we tried the world, goog god, it wasn't for us

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Witches' Sabbath, Fransisco Goya