The Dining Dead Testo

Testo The Dining Dead

sit back in my hell, camera shots and photographs. drunk and swaying across the floor. sorry you caught me off my guard, i was waiting for a means to an end, there comes a time for everyone. he pulls himself together only to fall apart, whispers in his sleep 'i've lost forever. what have i accomplished here? what do i have left? only a means to an end.' he asks himself 'i can't control myself when i feel this way?' 'another drink to soothe my nerves is all i need.' my beautiful friend, you weren't always like this. if you need a friend or a place to call on call on me
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