

CupUnwanted and betrayed Lonely yet unafriad All my dreamsCup
Have been unmade But I shall not
Let myself decay And so yet taller, I shall stand In this weak And broken land Surrounded by death And bleeding emotion All these feelins Are a sweet poison One that people So readily drink From the cup life hands To us with a wink
Welcome to DA, amanda.. again.
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Changing into something less than human, no longer part of this machine.
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