maryrose-joyceWhisper

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in the end.I'm done. / I'm finally walking alone, / Far from what I once called home.

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Oct 8, 2011

DisposableTo you I am disposable / Something you can use then throw away / Only when you're in the mood

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Oct 8, 2011

You Carry Me ThroughLying here with you / Under the covers of your bed / Forgetting about everything else

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Oct 8, 2011

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