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loyd168282 Junior Member
since 1999-09-10
Posts 12lou,ky jefferson |
a wake at 3:am,seems to be lost of words.the warm darkness cradles me as if i'v never benn held. tears flow from my eyes to escape the daughter i never had. in famous prtenders refuse to lose.to only bleed empty to afection life has become lifeless,laughter is all so cheap.my stomach hurts again,clean me up before i frown.my habd are blue from the air you take way. hearts so often weaken.insisting on others complaints, married not for to long.busting the canal for its soul reflection,im a waste of space were all so dirty.until the dying day,were all left as many shadows casting out to beam. |
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