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Where do we go from failure? There's no way but up from here. Your morals can't help me now. This time, there's no room for dissonance. Why do we ask

never told you: I was never one to go backwards, and your words are just words. I'm afraid to die in Statan Island, I can't lie to you. But I'll never

I've built walls around me. I've surrounded myself with everything that's gotten me here. But I'm tired of apologizing, and I'm tired of running from

eyes- you've been fucking yourself with your own cold hands again.You gave it away with your eyes. Don't you ever reach out for my hands again. I can never

You made a list today of all the things I could never be and you said "try living with this, its all yours, its all yours". Please don't make this harder

eyes - You've been fucking yourself with your own cold hands again. You gave it away with your eyes. Don't you ever reach out for my hands again. I can never

Where do we go from failure? There's no way but up from here. Your morals can't help me now. This time, there's no room for dissonance. Why do we ask

become everything you say you hate. But don't worry. It suits you just fine. When you're out of sight - you'll be out of mind. Just like you showed me. I'll never

of understanding what I could not see. For what I'll never say, for what I'll never be: this was never for you, it was always for me. You'll never see