assorted disconnected thoughts number one

twisting and turning on these roads
you find hate is a burdensome load

bumping on this path, to where, no one knows
this dark land of secret i fear to expose
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i feel a great emptiness inside
can you hear pain in my piercing cry
these dark eyes show my lonely state
it's your love i've learned to hate
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your paper hearts and ivory lies
sweet skin and crafty device
your innocence slides in my skin
drugs and love though that needle thin