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written by: Fallen Engel
Love will never be for me, such a tragic loss of tranquility. Just a lie poisoned with lust, I can smell the stench from a mile off. Waves of sad memories fill my brain of all the time I spent in wretched vain. I'd rather sit and howl at the moon and flounder in dark solitude never to be bothered again. There, I can make my own dreams come true.