It rains like stingrays fill the air I've accomplished a tiny dream in a year awakened by fears Theres not even a flame for enternity It should be The belly of hell eager to take me For My favorite angel Doesn't have the time or day Forsaken me I regret that I Couldn't love and please you more Concrete surrounds me and not a sound escapes Some Dimension of grief Thunders Violently Before The lumps are swallowed I am scared to say anything more I hang myself Its best I disappearBirth sign: Aries
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