(untitled), by lost the lonely dead
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forgetting all writtings burning all thoughts
cant say a thing to bring back the dead
why'd they do it what made them snap?
afraid and glad that maybe ill never know
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| Posted: 2006-04-06 19:29:25 UTC |
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| 2006-05-12 03:24:05 | Faith |
| It reminds me of a lot of things... too many to count actually. I hate fighting and when friendships go bad, i hate making enemies or trying to get through to people who just won't get it. I guess i can count a few afterall... |
| 2006-05-12 04:25:34 | lost the lonely dead |
| yeah i dont know where i was going with this and it never got a title but i didnt want to throw it away either *shrugs* thanks for comments |