smell the rose.
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sweet inspiration.
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does it make you want to fuck?
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then go fuck yourself.
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you're scarred with imperfection, but aren't we all?
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harder. does it feel good?
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oh how we love the pain.
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consume. buy yourself love.
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love doesn't want you.
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it hurts, but i was born into this. love hurts.
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makes me hate you. make me fuck them.
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corrupt minds, thoughts and feelings beauty.
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fuck it hard. harder. fuck me.
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i have. our love is dead.
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pain orchestrates this art.
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sometimes i feel, but i cant feel.
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unwanted by my virgin.
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and i'll slice my throat on a thorn of the dead rose you left me with.
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and on our last kiss...she leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. dead rose.
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Dead Rose
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| Eighteen Visions |
