roxie-oliveriWhisper

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ControlYou steal the pain from my fevered brow temporarily / as I wash you down with the magic in my glass / then rock my world into hell and back with a newfound pain

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Jul 5, 2010

Hidden FreedomFreedom slid behind the slats / of yesterday’s desires / Now I cannot see to change the scene

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Jul 18, 2010

Hiding Behind the HedgeThe street was dark with bitter pain echoing from the pavement / screaming out the coldness to my name / I walked only one step ahead of the darkness that surrounded

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Jul 6, 2010

Tattered RemainsTattered remains of a past that has died, a shell of history / lie on the banks of the skin of my pride / still existing in part of all that I am and have been

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Jul 6, 2010

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