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Crying,
Dieing,
I lye staring at the cieling,
Thinking of the one I love,
Hoping she was laying next to me,
I slowly start to stop breathing,
My heart stops racing,
and I find love in the bottem of my damp cold heart.
Posted: 2007-09-28 00:42:42 UTC

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