Sora

W, Just W I cooked up the most perfect story

I'm flawed I'm flawed, and I know that I'll always be this misery these chilly feelings creeping low, this house of memories are still taunting me lushful prison, what else could I do a growing flower with no place to run a carnation I chose one for you dead but still golden for all that you’ve done for a better light you took my own life a life that still had a sunshine place down the rose and rest in the grave rest knowing there’d always be a better name it hurts you’re the butterfly, and I'm the parasite, but at night, vultures fly past your blind eye

I'd crack joe bart

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