This world is what we make. This world is what we create. We either live above the influence or under the influence. We either live with him, with it, or alone. Decisions, decisions, they are what rule our life. Each of us living in our own lil world. To us its home, to others it’s madness, and to some it’s sadness. They say to choose your battles, but where are they when it’s time to fight. So we turn our back, and walk opposite of the world. The end is near, through all the haze and smoke, the end is quite clear. Thank you to all the ones we have loved along the way. I’m sorry you had to see us on our darkest day. I’m truly sorry it had to end this way.
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