forever rotten
I call you my friend but realy what are you? your this thing that doesn't care what you say or what you do you dont care who it hurts as long as its not you a monster is what you are i dont care what you say a monster is what you are either which way you can no longer apoligize for what you did, selling my soul for the highest bid you've cursed your self for all eternity to become nothing but a memory soon forgotten but forever rotten
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