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Teethgrinder
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Pale Flowers
The bitter aftertaste of every lie I have told chokes me like a mouthful of razor blades
The agony of every word tears me open and leaves me drowning in a flood of self disgust
Slowly wither
Pale flowers grace this awful world
The sun fails to break through the clouds of decadence
Years of rain couldn't wash clean my conscious
The bleakness of my life fades to nothing but a fragile web of loathing
Slowly wither
Pale flowers grace this awful world
This nightmare no longer waits for sleep
Slowly wither
Pale flowers grace this awful world
This nightmare no longer waits
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