

UntitledWhat is a rhyme? A symbolic representation of my expression A mask showing the face of my depression I am a saint with a mind entangled in my Desire, But my soul force is fading. My life wants to retireUntitled
But what is the perfect method? Can you analyze my depression? Do your results show a soul losing its only possession? What is my reprocussion? My punishment? My condemption? What will my price be for crimes I dare not mention?
It is undenyable. I have lost it all. I can have nothing. My only possession is my fall. But do I dare stare into that blinding light
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Don't forget who's taking you home, and in whose arms you're gonna be,
So darling, save the last dance for me. ♫
- M. Bublé
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Elliot:
JD: Stop your stupid laughing, it makes you look like a whore!
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just another fallen angel
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