| THE USED |
| WE LOVE THE USED |
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| maybe memories the taste of ink bulimic say days ago poetic tragedy buried myself alive a box full of sharop objects blue and yellow greener with the scenery noise & kisses on my own pieces mended *choke me |
| A BOX FULL OF SHARP OBJECTS it's our time to shine through the down glorified by what is ours we've fallen in love it was the best idea i ever had today i fell and felt better just knowing this matters i just feel stronger and sharper found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful thing do you want a song of glory well i'm fucking screaming at you |