well...my stomach goes straight down from my rib cage...but its wierd...cuz its not flat....and it seems as though...IT CANNOT BECOME FLAT
well...my stomach goes straight down from my rib cage...but its wierd...cuz its not flat....and it seems as though...IT CANNOT BECOME FLAT
The lance strikes when it sees fit
Cutting the bonds of the ones we love
In time all shall dissapear
Leaving mass disillusion and despair
Some will find comfort in faith
Struck by unbeheld horrors
Somewhat the vision of a wraith
We all lose the ones we love,the ones we didnt, and the ones we never got the chance to love
But if it wasnt for this lance, striking down its prey
The most beautiful emotion of all would be forever hidden
Sorrow...
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