January 2012
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“Sometimes it’s hard to remember that anyone wants you around.”
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The demons don't go home when you go to sleep....
Just to record last night,
It was intense. It was over exceedingly powerful, beyond every other haunting midnight before.
Carnival. Him. Pink. Remorse. Grievance. You.
It was like a burning coming of age. And there was no escape.
Like everything i once knew, loved, and poured my soul into,
Vanished.
