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Who knew what id turn into: a monster? most would call it that my tyrannical self nature brought me here and theres no turning back to keep myself from hurting ...but only hurting you
in the end
i'd rip out my entrails by hand just to keep you out of harm's way the black hole sucks away my happiness until theres nothing left but my guitar you are a mere memory...
