collapse_on_me

feeling weak like an orthodox christian who found out there was no god.... beat me stab me kill me, what's your poison? what's your game? i need someone something to hinder me and make me lame.... anything but the same. slothing dully and rusty like an ancient knife that's been used too much but hasn't been used at all... i'm pining to be used i'm...
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weeping are the willows who long for the earth's fertile embrace, but their melancholy is ours too, fore we may only fathom such serene sanctuary. lost are the souls who know not of the wonders that lie beneath them, under the drone and monotony of the so-called lives they lead. aimless they will stay, they cannot stop their own decay.

wrapped in the blanket of your own demise; you wait, hesitate, never wanting to surmise. standing on the edge you step no further, not taking a chance you'll never know true fervor. true happiness is but a dream in the eyes of the lame, in the hearts of the plain and minds of the mundane. sit back and relax, let your life slip through your...
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