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now playing ohio is for lovers
artist hawthorne heights
mood =
"so cut my wrist
& black my eyes
so i can fall asleep tonight - or die
you know you do, you kill me well
you like it too and i can tell"
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moments so real,
ponder so deep,
sorrows to feel;
& we hardly sleep.
the echos sounded,
but distance maimed,
time re-wounded;
but you're too far to be claimed.
surface a barrier,
apart has caused,
raised a confusion,
now i wish time would pause
albeit my prayers,
it still flowed along it's course.
stupid attempt,
raided privacy -
hearts were shattered
innocence flee.
fist against sky;
violently shook.
message brought across
& then conveyed back
alas;
content,
slack.
bored. & happy
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2:00 AM
