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First in line for the murder, Drawing me in still life. I was moving to say the least. Moving for nothing, yet living for motion. As we painted broken lines. And sold off our sorry’s with stains. Pictures remind us of those nights. Broken ankles, and six strings emotionless. You said we belong in the shade. That day when life seemed perfect, and the sun murdered his shadow...

Dont ask its really stupid...coz i wrote it in like ugh 5 min's maybe if i was takin my time...so ya reed bithes reed!!!