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I've seen them. so dark. Black. And yet fine.
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The flower they carry had once been mine.
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Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies.
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Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it's not
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hurting). I need help, but not from you or
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yor father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's my
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saviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can't
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bear all this pain. I had watched the snow
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all day. Falling. It never lets up. All day
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falling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud,
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"So this is life?".
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The Snow in My Hands
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| My Dying Bride |
