A SHRINE TO MYSELF

do apologies reach hell like prayers?

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everyone is born with the purpose to create

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who cares? mon amour.

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with me, i let your imagination run wild.

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I remember you,

you were made of light.

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im dying & it cant get any better than ts

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why this stupid dickhead is advertising his shi in my blog page fuk u whomevers grandpa u r gtfo

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girl stfu ew u make me nauseous

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The most humiliating part of loving you is how not all but very little of you it takes to ruin me.

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My throat has become a graveyard of unsaid things.

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In my memories he is alive.

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I have loved you with the restraint of a saint, and the resentment of a sinner.

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Call me sinner, call me divine, I've been both on the same night. But still nothing chose me back not even the ruin i became.

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Idegadf

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Fuck these songs man who up making these like how one even comes up w shi like this

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In dreams he sang to me.

Like phantom to my opera.

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Should I kill

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Should I commit