where were the angels when my sunshine was shattered? how did it feel to touch my
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skin? eight years and innocent,, how did it feel to touch my skin?your hands buried
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buried my tongue in the deepest grave , flowers were fading on gods brightest day .
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i was sucha cute kid but now i hope youve spent these days practicing death. where
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were the angels when screams died wishing that my throat was the size of forgiveness? i was his sin. i hope that youve spent these days practicing death. i close my eyes and you melt away....let's restart this fucking war.
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I Died Twenty Times In 1986
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