Gallery of Pain: Untitled by digitalmartyr
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digitalmartyr
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My old friends
I miss you so Without you I don't know where to go Your iciness was my warmth Your glint reflected in my eyes Wanting to hold you again For old time's sake. Wanting to go back to my old ways Like you taught me. Red was always your favorite color It was mine too. Even if we never meet up again Your impressions will never fade. |
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