a legacy of broken dreams... she came to me, for love is never what it seems,
It's been eleven years, since I first met you. I know that the blessed, are far and few.
I put the shotgun to my head, a fraction from now I'll be dead. An ounce of lead pierces into my head, cerebrial fluid starts to spread.
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