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Over The Edge

Embark in the darkest pressure, the hardest measure of a heartless pleasure... Acquire the fear of fire, inspire the inner liar of that sinner you desire... 

 She’s a saint with giving pain, like a living migraine engraving in my brain... Scattered is the love that used to matter, so mad at her I could shatter faster than falling glass... 

 In her allege path of seductive destruction, I’m reluctant to construct & pledge myself in exposure... On forward as I move toward the ledge & consider myself Over The Edge...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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