THERE WERE ALL DEAD.
LOVE KILLS.
DID I LOVE HER?
WAS THERE A CHOICE?
THE PAST IS A GAPING HOLE
YOU TRY TO RUN FROM IT,
BUT MORE YOU RUN,THE DEEPER MORE TERRIBLE IT GROWS BEHIND YOU,ITS EDGES YAWNING AT YOUR HEELS.
YOUR ONLY CHANCE IS TO TURN AROUND AND FACE IT,
BUT IT'S LIKE LOOKING DOWN INTO THE GRAVE OF YOUR LOVE
LOVE KILLS.
DID I LOVE HER?
WAS THERE A CHOICE?
THE PAST IS A GAPING HOLE
YOU TRY TO RUN FROM IT,
BUT MORE YOU RUN,THE DEEPER MORE TERRIBLE IT GROWS BEHIND YOU,ITS EDGES YAWNING AT YOUR HEELS.
YOUR ONLY CHANCE IS TO TURN AROUND AND FACE IT,
BUT IT'S LIKE LOOKING DOWN INTO THE GRAVE OF YOUR LOVE
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