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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Apr 2, 2015

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My hopes were high
I expected a lot
The future was a dream
That never came true

All is lost now
Everything but the hate
The hate I feel
Burning within my soul

Hate
That I'll take to Hell
With me

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OliviaMichalski

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