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Mischief

crawling into death's world. finding new traces of despair. blocking all hopes of an exit, crying in another's pain. im creating my endless existance, floating in a worlds screams. tearing at my heart, scratching out my eyes. im ripping at my feelings and beating out the pain. im done causing mischief and im feeling all the fear. im falling under death's footsteps and im finding new statures of pain. call me innocent mistaken, call me a mothers bad choices, but forget all the reasons in time, for no excuses excuse me and no love seems to find me. i am deaths world and it seems only i can hear me.



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