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HopelessThe touch of a Soft hand. / Swells my heart happily. / Unknowing to them they become a part of me and my love for them is as if they are my own Child.

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Jun 19, 2010

Just a HobbyI am corruption, and she is the example of innocence / Her skin is soft hand cool as it runs over my forehead / "It's a fever" she says "please hang in there, please..."

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Mar 4, 2012

Last HopeUntil this day shall we no longer be found bound. / Live, Die Let there be no fear in your heart on this matter for the end is merely the beginning. / The Darkness hall.

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Jun 19, 2010

Shining starShining star oh so bright in the night, / I shall find you through trials and plight / so trust me, By next light we shall stand hand in hand,

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Jun 19, 2010

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