I stood aflame In a fiery ruby-red
Tenacious
With broken feet She ran
Shell Shock
I cast away my bloodied armor As it weighs upon me
Circles of Hell
Supposedly, there are Seven circles of hell
Never Really Will
Seal this hollow tomb And dry the tears
Simple Pleasure
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Fallen Walls
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Fraction
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Crumbling
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Blackout #24
Third time's the charm, my love.
Fragment of a Figment 