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not annother second of this torment; regret. I hold on no longer slipping further away, why hold on to something that no longer exsists that no one ever believes in. jumping backwards into the darkness I go, wanting only those ripping screaming hands of the souls that are no longer at rest. I sink, into the obiss like its my home like its where Ive belonged the whole of my life now clear My loves now washed away and the one thing I can still remember is me, you and the rain. |
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