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Hell is the place where the living don't tread
If that is the truth I must already be dead
For the pain searing through me is agony, real
And the whispers that haunt me say exactly what I feel
Like a dagger, stabbed, twisted, your words pierced my heart
I should've known better, I was a dead man from the start.
If that is the truth I must already be dead
For the pain searing through me is agony, real
And the whispers that haunt me say exactly what I feel
Like a dagger, stabbed, twisted, your words pierced my heart
I should've known better, I was a dead man from the start.
Published 6th Jan 2014
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6th Jan 2014 10:14pm
very interesting
aren't we all dying from the moment we enter this world? words can be daggers, yet they can also be healing aids. listen to the latter
aren't we all dying from the moment we enter this world? words can be daggers, yet they can also be healing aids. listen to the latter
