we stand here again the sunlight reflects the guitars crash the smaller specks catch your eye's attention and you turn nothing's wrong with me nothing else is wrong with you imperfect, carved of granite hold my breath til i turn blue there's sanity waving goodbye to me there's the dudleys' giving me the 3D through a table there's you running away from me putting an end to this fable the hole in my soul matches the hole in my head and both those holes are beginning to turn red.Birth sign: Aries
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