Limited.
In only a few days is when the sun shines, fading in and out.
Oh how we all use to laugh and play until I ruined it all.
Ready to give in from a scrap from just last week, but what really comes within can really stab the fuck out of you.
I've been hated, told as attention and was burned inside and out.
My fatal goodbye is better than this living scrap I make, Its a ticket to a forever jail cell.
Secret talks that are held just silently reconized by the voices in my head. When one comes back, I won't be scared and as for in lonely, I got company ready for me to move. Just walking away from...
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