The trivial little things left in your wake are beloved
Terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad, but the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfections leaves no cause to persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope

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Seven And Thirteen song meanings
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    General Commentits not the problem thats killing you

    its the waiting
    be it a fatal diesase,demise in a realtionship or a bully ready to beat you after school nothing including the climax, can compare to the wait
    xXboyofpaperskinXxon February 26, 2007   Link

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