april 30th, 2001 / 9:32 p.m.

These hands, these lies
remind me of the first time
things were sacred then (so much more sacred then)
we were just a bunch of stupid kids
with everything to lose
and yet
the only things left
remain unfinished
we're living sacrifices
scarred and bloody
with nothing to show for the choices we made
nothing to show for the burning hearts
and learned hate
we lie in that hate
that hate
for the rest of our lives.

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