Leave That Life In My Hands...
People ask, ...what did you expect to find? Thats not what I care to answer. I linger in our memories, I pray to repeat them. I remember the words we've said, I never want to fall away without this life in my hands. I'll take it close when it's cutting me till I'm bleeding, like I'll gloat as the light glows out of it...
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I usually cut myself pretty good when I try to shave the words "no fat chicks" into my facial hair. I suppose doing this kind of thing became dangerous when they started putting ten blades on every razor.
Seclusion - is this is the first selection or the timeless reclusion.
Ice, with warmth a stability triggers, so that its abilities are proven indefinite, its potentials are released.
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