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Morbid
I Die unto myself again,
my lonesome little friend and then,
we go to the end and back is when,
we are so lonely, together again
and then we die unto ourselves once more,
looking out for that sweet remorse,
but then again,
we come back from that blackened darkness that is our end,
our lives are meaningless once more,
and I Die unto myself again
my lonesome little friend and then,
we go to the end and back is when,
we are so lonely, together again
and then we die unto ourselves once more,
looking out for that sweet remorse,
but then again,
we come back from that blackened darkness that is our end,
our lives are meaningless once more,
and I Die unto myself again
Published 9th Mar 2013
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9th Mar 2013 4:01am
This is a small something I began to sing to myself when I got scared of sleeping in the dark. Please, enjoy.
