The light bleeds through the door
and your life before you flashes...
Every morning she wakes up
to find herself dead again...
I'm not afraid to fight
And I'm not afraid to bleed...
Dad staggered in, eyes eerily lit.
the corners of his mouth foaming spit...
A day when you walk outside
and a rush of cold air hits your face...
~*~&& the Closer I Get To You, The further I Am From Myself~*~ |
<3 ---<--@ I Don't Know... Maybe I'm Just Not Meant To Be Me... @-->--- <//3 |
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