Late at night, dreams, penetrate expose the true self inherited fears locked away so deeply, they no longer frighten even children in the street, another death doesn't even make the local rag who will care for you when you're gone will flowers or thorns mark your grave death is granted to all, yet peace only comes to those who lived in painBirth sign: Leo
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