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Dying

from The Rising End by Mourner

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I’ve come to terms, that I’m a leaver and a con artist. I hate all of the lines that became us. I savored those tears for years and years, and it’s taken it’s toll on us both. God damn the nightlife lifetimes created. You sold me on the medicine of mistakes. I’ve walked those allies, I’ve climbed those rooftops to oversee. I try to reach your heartstrings, no response. Just falls from grace. Just silence entombed. In my own personal hell. six more days until my mind is at rest. We lost our trust. With the hours that kept us in these cold, distancing rooms. I could take the photographs off the walls, but I’m afraid of tragedy. I continue to put love to rest.

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from The Rising End, released September 29, 2012

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