Will you miss me, when i am gone time to go, time to move on nothing left for me to do i am done, i am through i never got much right in life love & lost, cuts like a knife once i’m dead, will i be loved or does my darkness, fit like a...

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His diebus nos mori solus, morbo laborantes rustici optare simplex mortem. Et si nos semper adepto a forte ad fugam numquam accipi in lucem in times such as these we must fight for our lives never give up till the day that we die strength is our virtue, we know how to hide i'll never look...