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• Artiste: Malachi Constant
• Titre: Miss Spiritual Tramp Of 1948
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Maybe we'll never see the sun. We can walk around without such visual aids, and i'll never have to say whats been lingering on my mind all this time. (I'll never have to say that all that glitters will fade away). Eclipse this heart, blackout these lungs, empty ribcage: serenade. Make this my last breath without her. If we never see the sun, then i hope your tan lines even out. Focus on the past, focus on what you had. The letter sends before the cancer spreads, and everything I had in mind will end in all this selfishness. All this selflessness I had in mind will crash to an end. But these words are overdue: if terror sky-scraped all I knew and everything was burned away, all I'd miss is you. "Find your own heart. Mine's a lost cause and it's done with you." Forgive and regret is all you'll live with from now on. Watch as she walks out of your life. She's gone and this girl is all ever you needed. If I'm still breathing come the morning, I need you to make this life worth living. Pull this page from the pulpit, take your space on the carpet and be prepared for this: our last goodbye.