Monday, March 25, 2013

We all grieve in different ways.

"We all have our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win, when I'm paralyzed? They crawl up on my bed, wrap their fingers around my throat. Is this what I get for the choices that I made? God forgive me, for all my sins. God forgive me, for everything. God forgive me, for all my sins. God forgive me, God forgive me. Don't go, I can't do this on my own. Save me from the ones that haunt me in the night. I can't live with myself, so stay with me tonight. Don't go." -Bring me the horizon, Don't Go

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