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[title] => Fallen Angels Rise
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[bodytext] => I've Run myself Wary, and I've hung myself, Tired of living, but doubting is this life a faded belief? if i ran forever and never came to see an illuminated statue of the things that should be but only darkness situates the way i've lived for eternity as all thats great must fall and all this for nothing more but a closed door built of innanimate lies of mankind if i seek paradise and riches made of fire i'd close my eyes and wither knowing life is for the honor but if i were to find the truth behind the stained glass window free falling would no longer be so intense landing is what pains the fallen and life is all thats left for hatred simple minds emply that only living is what existance brings about but fading into darkness brings to mind the tragedies of broken hearts and shattered souls souls to fly should wither under pressure although souls should be kept close in lifes tides once released the tie between myself and you may fade leaving me with only memories of what life should mean singing in my heart a melody of lonely faults and thoughts of my imperfections bring to surface all of my simple theories if falling is a mentor of death then bring me to rest beneath this insanity of existance and never let me feel the pain of living at it's best [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 61 [informant] => MyChemicalRomanceHeLeNa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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