don't you guys understand?? his heart is burning like the dying ashes of november mornings. pains and regrets are like bullets in his bloodstream, and his veins are like the barrels of a mighty shotgun that splatter his dead dreams all over a headlight on an autumn night. and his dreams fall like leaves off of a tree in december and burn to ashes like lies and angels die too.
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so be as sad as you're little heart desires
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<3
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