- The monster you're feeding, your lack of perception. The things that you do to fulfill your addiction. The light at the end of your tunnel is closing, what is it that you're so afraid of exposing? You'd give it all up for what's theirs for the taking, whatever it takes to keep your hands from shaking. The same things you're thinking might make you feel better, the same things that probably got you here.
- by Departed Penance |
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- | Submitted on 07/31/2008 |
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- Title: reality.
- Artist: Departed Penance
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- Date: 07/31/2008
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