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Not anymore, my old and sweetest friend.

My past is a pile of shit.
I hate it with a burning passion
I done with this; it's over; that's it
Fuck your ways, fuck your fashion
I don't need a past to have a future
I have my present and what I have
You tried to cut me then with a suture
sew me together; too fucking bad
Fuck religion, fuck all the people
I don't need anyone else, or a damned steeple
[font=Tahoma,Geneva]I HAVE MYSELF TO BELIEVE IN, NOT A LIE OR A CURSE
I DON"T NEED YOU OR YOUR LIES, THE FILTH OF THE PAST

It's time I realized that what lies beneath isn't truly the reason
This part of the world, the wintery season
What is it about this that brings out what's true?
It helps me to cope with what isn't you

Wake  the  fuck  up
Come  out  of  your  shell
Change  for  your  life
Change   for   your   self
You need to if you want to live
if you want to truly survive and believe

Not anymore, my old and sweetest friend.
Goodbye, you are but a memory.
Forever, goodbye~[/font]
Written by Drakkoon (William)
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