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Broken
As the blood drips from the broken love no more the addiction, the poisenis monster bites your neck drinks your crimson blood from your soul draining you of your life, as the cold blade touches your hands you think it might solve every thing, but it just makes things wrong u still love the broken poisen the one who lost his memories the broken hearted the lost the forgotten he nolonger lives among you mortals he is no dead among the immortals burning alive.
Published 5th Nov 2011
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