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Isn't it just grand-
Knowing the s**t that hit the fan,
Is so thick and inviting
That you could write your name?
So togother our initials spell-
Alive, Arive, Done, Dead.
But it won't be so long.
Cut it out.
Breathing isn't dealing.
A pause away from the last time.
Breathing isn't dealing.
It's a waste of you.
It's like coasting on a feeling
Just to show yourself
You'll wake up tomorrow.
- by Hello Terror-Mornings |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: Untitled
- Artist: Hello Terror-Mornings
- Description: I wrote this a few months back. I don't have a title for it, but I thought it'd be nice to share and be evaluated. Evaluate away!
- Date: 07/16/2008
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