Bloody hell I need a drink can you tell? It seems I fell from grace, or from the face of the earth. They try to find me or confine me in a cage. But I am so full of anger and rage. I am trying to find something better in life.
Well bloody hell. Only time can tell who will die. I often used to cry when I thought of how love was truly a lie. Who the hell reads these words? are they simply wasted?
Only the ghost in the shadows knows for sure.
Till next time I bid you good day!
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