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| Dead bitch |
| This picture is not that broken heart Dead bitch. Projected on your loss. Your loss is not the blood I run to, swim through and still cant get accoss. My eyes are sky's you can not fly... dont ask why...your the one who left My mortal mission, this modern time. This blade is your own. The cold days and scarlet eyes.. the pain is not mine. You should have been still but you shook. You will replace what you have took, not with love ..think of its essence. Dead bitch. And thats how you left me. My grave and grail, tooth and nail. But im still above you... Dead bitch. |
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