It’s a black rose for a broken heart
From those who choose to care
And the immortal touch
A prick of blood
From the finger of whom to
Your soul you once laid bare

It’s a black rose for a broken heart From those who choose to care And the immortal touch A prick of blood From the finger of whom to Your soul you once laid bare |
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August 9, 2005
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Indulge.
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ideals... deception... humanity...
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"...That is the saving grace of humor. If you fail, no one is laughing at you."
i keep reading it, over and over...i dont know why, abit of a emo moment formyself after reading this actually
That is all
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ideals... deception... humanity...
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ideals... deception... humanity...
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