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let me try and explain this, its hard to think these days,

drugs you introduced me to are making it hard to relate

to you

'how do i love thee let me count the ways'

all good intentions have smiled upon us

so all misfortune can easily find us

and we trusted ourselves for what??

fought to the death and our friends felt the real loss,

we wont give each other up.

strapped for a fucking massacre i lead the last

dance on the floor which would keep us safe afterwards

fire burnt our homes

hopes and

all potential for a paradise

i know this story all too well

i kissed you goodnight for the last time

the sun would never set again.