GEORGETTE S'EN VA

*C'blog est trop Dead fuck Bitchh your self . . .

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a glance back, a glance into the now tears sweeten the day, but the aftertaste is bitter where are the good old times, where is my dependence - bullet! in your presence my memories swallow me moment for moment you throw me back a new way, the same paths, old fears I'm the tool of my demons, they hide the depths of my soul, in darkness

let me go before I end, lonely.
I cannot be what I am
Fill me with new hope.

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