Let's say for a second that love is dead and all the things I say are true and there's no hope, and it's the only way I'll cope, in my youth I thought it would of saved me as I thought it would protect me. I need to let go! Shouting at the sky, so desperate to be heard needing it’s constant acceptance. From now on I'll keep my thoughts to myself and my thoughts in good health. If ignorance is bliss then our minds are the biggest risk. Whats the point in loving if theres nothing to believe in?. So I keep it to myself. You, me and the devil makes three.

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