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tonite my shoulders are bending. Tonite the moonlight is brighter than ever before and tonite it feels like the world is ending. Tonite, I can tell, is the calm before the storm, the enchantment of the flames of Hell. Tonite feels like fear finally releasing itself and the world ignoring, blissfully asleep as though all is well. Tonite I feel like I was chosen and my life leaves with every breath. Tonite, I know, I beg, I crave and tonite, I pray comes sweet death. ~May 20, 1997 11:49:38pm |
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