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Mychildren Mybride Lost Boy

Through darkness, shadows, midnight waits, cold winds give scent to a lost souls fate. Viciously consuming, ripping limb from limb, a lifeless body

Force feed me false hope, a little hope is better than no hope at all. I'll draw the line and cross it, and then I'll draw the line again. Force feed

painted on my back, I?ve learned to adapt to this pedestal you?ve placed me on. I?m ready to die, I?m ready to die, we are all lost boys. L.O.S.T. B

distress and terror. A torch in a lighted room reaps no harvest from its labor, but that same torch in a cave or tomb will provoke the lost to find

In death we will ascend, and only in death will we interview that which formed us from this cold dark lifeless earth, for it is in this journey that

to the mistakes that define us. We have to ask ourselves, if we could leave today to change the past, would it really be the key to find our lost happiness