Title: black Author: jmang33
And I only wear black and my dreams are the same and their all filled with death and the sex that it brings somehow it's all mixed somehow its a game and I still reel you in to release all my pain Now I'm on to the next and I'm not looking back and I don't feel a thing. It's like a bump to the face hit you quick let you crash till I'm on my way. And I won't ever change. Comments on "black"
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