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I had a dog Rover;He wouldn't roll overI tried over and over;But He wouldn’t roll over.Roll over Rover !
a gray feeling  not black or white  I am no longer willing living feels like a fight  why is this  why is there a void  just an abyss why, why is this 
a gray feeling  not black or white  I am no longer willing living feels like a fight  why is this  why is there a void  just an abyss why, why is this 
and i can't wait for you to wrap your hands around my throat
Seeing him,In a picture,On the internet.You can’t know,The pain you’ve left,And how deep it goes.I haven’t got the words,The strength,Or the gall.I want to help,To make it better,
when i said that i would take a bullet for you i did not intend for you to be the one who pulls the trigger
killing sword grasped in killed hand
Why Was I Given a sickeningly bitter and addictive drug; an everlasting promise thats always broken; a pain I will always miss, but would never wish on my own stricken children;
The cold night air touches my skin And the wind graces me with kisses It moves towards my window and laughs and steals away my wishes    
Feel the cold against your skin, The want of something warm to burrow in, Today wasn’t a good day, was it?   I know you want to hide,
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