596. How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind; hold memory close at hand, help me understand the years.. How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell. How I wish I would save my soul. I’m so cold from fear. I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain, all pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble..

 

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