Vestiges
Vestiges
We are the vestiges to our own destruction. You're the lock and I'm the key. We go well together. You set me off and I ignite hell. I think you're my karma.
Am I right or wrong?
Were we brought together to always fight or to live in harmony? Middle ground. This way we roll in the hay and get impaled upon the pitchfork.
Stick around and enjoy the show. We are the keys to our own destruction. It doesn't have to be that way but it always it.
Prove that saying wrong?
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