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Breathe in and breathe out Breathe in and breathe outBreathe in and breathe out by ~beyondweird
Breathe in and breathe out
Don't let the hands hurt you
Don't fear the bodies so near
Don't think about how tight the space is
Or how close everyone is
Or how the hands seem like claws
Pushing and pulling, tearing and shredding
Breathe in and breathe out
Breathe in and breathe out
Close your eyes to the sight
Don't scream or you'll choke
Don't think about how much you fear this
Or how you can't breathe
Or how you're all alone
Trapped and dying, silent and crying
Breathe in and breathe out
Breathe in and...choke
Too many hands snatching
Too many voices yelling
The thoughts of fear destro
Animal blesse C'est tout ce qu'il sait manierAnimal blesse by *darklua
De ses propres mains
Animal blessé
Peut être
Mais rien ne justifie ce geste
Qu'il manifeste
J'en peut plus
Animal Perdu
Peut-être
Mais Pourquoi ne lâche-t-il pas prise?
Oui tous ça c'était des bêtises
Pourquoi toujours penser que tout le monde veux te détruire?
Moi je sais que je n'ai pas voulu le faire volontairement
Oui je l'avoue j'ai été indécise en ces temps et lieux
Mais c'était pas pour te "faire chier"
Comme tu le dis si bien
Oui je suis compliquée, je l'avoue
Et toi tu veux en venir à bout
Mais ne crois-tu pas que tu te fait plus de mal que de bien?
Désoler
Je ne répondrait point
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Those feelings Rip away these inkblotsThose feelings by ~Unheeded-Warnings
That stain my heart
From this pain
Help me depart
My thoughts are scattered
Like leaves by the wind
These memories haunt me,
I'm bound, I'm tied, I'm pinned.
Oh no…
Those feelings stir in me
Those feelings they burn
Those feelings stir in me
Now I'll never return.
Pull me away from
That photograph
Somehow I seem to
Be off of my path
Rip down this suspended
Establishment of hope
Do this with haste
Before I run out of rope.
Oh...it's a shame... He took the stairs to the second floor,Oh...it's a shame... by ~beyondweird
A rope in hand, he locked the door.
He hates his life - what's he living for?
His neck snaps, he feels no more.
"Oooh, it's a shame he felt that way."
They found the body, a note on his chest,
The starting three words - 'My Final Rest.'
So everyone mutters, "Now who would've guessed?"
His wife and his family now have nothing left.
"And him with two kids and a wife."
Did you never see the pain in his eyes?
Or notice his smile was filled with lies?
Didn't you hear his hollow goodbyes?
But now you care...now everyone cries.
"Well, he never looked depressed to me."
In everyone's e
Sta.sh
xo.
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