Whatever happened to the integrity Found within a family? I return your glare And my bones are chilled With some sort of sickening Recipe of fear and
will disintegrate. Perched upon our towers, motionless and miserable. Here's to a comfortable casket. How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation. I wish to write a
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