its not my fault, it really isn't.
I'm sorry brother.
a voice told me to do it.
i was framed.
he said he will protect you with his angel.
he said you wont bleed.
he lied.
and you died.
if only i ate the fruit, I would know better.
i love you brother.
i hope to see you again.
- heavens
- JoinedMarch 4, 2015
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