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It's a cold life

Resign, this beds made and done

No different...

Lost the weight

Wish the chain would fit the frame

I'm short again

Tucked in

Folded beneath the skin

A Holy act of stream

The Last Second

The Final Time

When this is done

I hope this hurts

Words, they twist and fall

But who is here?

Suppose it can be easy

But I just can't forget the days

I tempted light

Drowned and Blue

Harm a body

When the path thins, I'll have cold hands on your head