A word
A wilting rose has a short life Escaping one vindication to be chained to the wall Broken hearts take time to heal The four letter genocide, the cursed chronic illusion (I'll do whatever) I can't...
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Booth I’m not versed in telling you Something’s weighing on my mind With a chorus surrounding you Our love is left behind Are we so fragile here That words can shatter all the years Of me trying to...
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