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Collateral-Damage666

Published: May 14, 2011

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Solitary confinement
Whispered scream
Heavenly damned

Corrupt blackness
Bleeding souls
Blinded tongues

Blend into one

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Just felt like I needed to show you guys that I'm not dead, so I wrote this. Actually started it yesterday. :\

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LovexLife

May 14, 2011

cool i like the words you used

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