Calluses, forming from the numbing touch.
A painful price, payable, I
Last call,
But I just kept on drinking,
Saw a face in
Something better now, something better now awaits.
This wasn't the end.
With
It's cold tonight. the silver poles, like icicles, stuck to
Screaming through ghostly whispers. Crying out.
Breaking through impatiently. P
Breathing, did you get the gun?
Can you feel the burning
One day gone, life's not the same without you
We can
Who were you there with? I swear I've seen him
"They can't be back" he said
A chilling wind from the
We've been begging for a better place
Frantically shaking in disgrace
While
Judging by these written words
Gives a reason to believe an
Last day in this hell, I lay here in mourning
I
"Take me, take me," they yell in despair
"The ocean waves
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