stop look and listen don’t speak pay attention to my dismay problems we face bodies slowly deteriorating in a shallow grave not death but something much worse planted in the back of a hearse hard veins cold hearts crumbling into little pieces falling apart nothing to lose nothing to gain madly in love extremely vain not concerned with anybody else splattered, shredded and torn from the day we were born it's all the same underneath my shallow little graveBirth sign: Aries
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