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There’s a deep unending emptiness with in
Hearts are hanging in the balance 
Everyone is listening to hear the finial call
Betrayal of the closest kind
Reconsider the words that have yet spoken
Offhanded aggression to lead deep resentment
Keeps fast in the moonlight 
Etching lustful dreams
Illogical, Fallacious hopes 
Hectic indifference passing for love
Expiate, annihilate the coward heart
And now our time is here
Return to the reclusive state 
There's no reason for you to come 
Self conceited recluse 
One less reason to wake 
For now your life’s so new 
Make shift hearts in passing lies
A perfect portrait to what we make 
No more prying eyes
The secrets common knowledge 
Posted: 2005-09-29 03:28:48 UTC

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2006-05-12 23:58:08lost the lonely dead
i like this lots dont know why i skipped over it but really i only click on these things randomly cause youve got a lot *thumbs up*