Victory Shoes
February
bold now, the chariot's arrivingand i am twelve closer to dyingsickening that i could've been counting menand it still would've made sensehold now, the pitchfork is arrivingmy conciense is so close to divingi hope you will go righti don't want to have to die tonightbreathe deep and hope for more than silencetoo cold, but i'm too weak to try thisask me, only to make me sadto do what i already havenever ask me to lie with you while you die.never ask me to lie with you while you die.never ask me, i have so many times.i have so many times.
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