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When dark falls we all die and when we all die. hell comes back alive.
when hell comes back we all fall. The fire consumes me. There is nothing in this life left for me to grasp/ i look around and see the hate and anger that's in all of us. Whats the point of living when there is nothing left in this cruel world.when dark falls we all die when we all die hell comes back alive. we all fall
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- by Emily Graves |
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- | Submitted on 01/10/2009 |
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- Title: nightmare
- Artist: Emily Graves
- Description: death,lonelyness.hate
- Date: 01/10/2009
- Tags: nightmare
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Puriti_Hana - 01/11/2009
- Hell is like being constantly tortured but you dont die! I'd pick the "cruel world" over that anyday!
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- supergirl10895 - 01/10/2009
- . . . interesting perspective. What's wrong with Hell though? You finally escape the "cruel world" you see. Hell should be quite luxurious in that point of view.
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