My Call

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Hello despair,

We meet again, in our home,

Under war, where all seems fair,

Against my will,

You torture me still,

With all but hell.

I break and shatter,

You know my faults,

Oh, so terribly well....

Come to prey

To make thee submit

To what you say;

Your solemn shit

So strong, my friend,

To have broken my eyes.

-angelic despair, the one and only wazi~

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 20, 2012 ⏰

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