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All you do is tell me to grow up 
Yet my life is not my own 
To afraid to speak up 
To head strong to let it drop 
The conceit is growing in my mind 
Blacking my heart till my eyes shine blood 
The chill against my skin is no match against this thawing
heart 
The only words you hear are the fear brought silence
So I’ll fill the pages with hateful words I’ll never
speak 
Posted: 2005-09-12 01:48:06 UTC

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2006-03-28 20:14:51lost the lonely dead
aww, i like it