<center>Back to the ground from where it came
For the dead to play me, would be a shame
If fallen angels have no hope
I might as well tighten this rope
Too much to care and I don't see
How all this can change misery
Struck and stuck on envy's line
What was lost was never mine
An eerie haunt of midnight's past
Learning the truth I lived at last
Still simple, though it may not be
I bid the best and worst to thee
For torment and such riving pain
The loss you had was what you gained
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thoughts of the day (it's 2 in the morning)
Poetry i suppose
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[center:97af7dcddc][b:97af7dcddc]Cover up the scars! Although I'm not exactly fine, but I don't really see someone who thinks I'm worth the time.[/b:97af7dcddc][/center:97af7dcddc][/color:97af7dcddc][/size:97af7dcddc]