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And When The Time GoesWords mean nothing. Stale air and a hollow heart. Words so played out. I am the epitome of self wallowing and mire. Go search go seek. Act like nothing is wrong, you know it tastes so good. I will stare at this forever, and I will bleed this forever. You can justify this if you wish, with nothing for words. I will blink you away. And you will never kiss such cold. If I wanted you killed, you’d be dead already. 1-2-3-4, I declare war. You’ll never take me alive. |