

LoverYour dead/ I watched you die. Your dead/I killed you myself. Your dead/I made it painful. Your dead/I made sure you wouldn’t haunt me. Your dead/I made sure I felt no sorrow. Your dead/I filled that space. And since your dead I’m filled with anger In place of what used to be calm. But even though I say your dead You still seem to find your way Too make me feel that you’re alive But to that feeling it is you I despise For you to make me want too die You are the harlot who drinks the wine A wine that I make to be divine But though divine it may seemLover
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The Gl1tt3r
And thanks so much for the
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Read betweenthe lines
Of what's fucked up and everything's alright.
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In Case Of Fire
Break The Glass
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[This is] a harm that must be undone by exacting painful death on those causing it.
Remember, kids, I have a phD in Theoretical Physics. Don't make me use it on you. - Gordon Freeman
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~A.
"I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun.
Remind me which side you should be on"
-Fall Out Boy
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"Everything in this room is eatable. I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalisme, which in some countries, they are bad."
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