Pulling me close as i lay my head on your shoulder
silently thanking the weather for getting colder.
i softly hum a melody for awhile,
And your lips twitch with a small smile
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Madness they call me when i'm nice.
afraid of my of my stare they run at sight
unwilling to be the ones paying the price
i'm born ferocious and i am self made.
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Born into the world, cold.
Searching for the memories of my soul!
Mortified by the idea of time!
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