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The day the bell was rung...

Flashes and bright lights,
Interviews and premiers...

I hide behind a wall of shame,
For what I have done has no solution...

A. “My Darling solider, in battle. (8)
B. We’ve been waiting so long for thy (9...

The feeling spreads through me,
Like a fire burning gas soaked wood...

Her heart is black,
And beating slow...

When I was five,
I felt so alive...

On 4th of July,
I plan to wear black...

She walks alone,
leaving a trail of red...

People shunned her,
People stared...

Some people in your life
Will tell you that it’s OK...

My sanity
is slipping...