� this will suffice � 2009-04-21 � 8:32 p.m. �
~ I've become, the simple souvenir of someone's kill.
Like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill.
Madness fills my heart and soul
as if the great divide could swallow me whole.
Oh, how I'm breaking down ~
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