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By Pyro-Knyght{J}

cant help feeling lost scared, confused, and out of touch cant seem to find a track like every step i take doesnt do much eyes of fire i burn what i see cant even keep alive whats in front of me im sorry if what i say will die either i win or lose no chance to survive tossing, turning losing grip once again so with this very pen i'll sign my life away and fall into my bitter end

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February 15, 2007 23:50Lil'Fighter

Great Poem!