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False
written by SilentScreamsofDeath06:23 AM 8/23/04Slipping, falling
Down the icy incline
Smoking prison
My eternal keeper
Slipping, falling
Down the rocky path
Into the field of burning corn
Surrounding me
Enter through the lungs
Into pores, into eyes
The burning stalks
Concealing the bloody sky
Slipping, falling
Into the deep
I know the path
I know whatâ |
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it is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something your not. I'd rather be a failure at something i love than be a success at something I hate
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