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to be immortal


lets make god out of these

hollow bones

im sick of the weight of mortality

i want to to live everyday like its my last

without the fear of death

haunting my mind

lets make love in an old cathedral

and then jump off of a building

like an angel falling from heaven

only to walk away with a few cuts and scratches

lets show these gods

what theyre truly missing

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softtpretzels

heyo,, im 15,, and ive been told im pretentious :)

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