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To stab your own heart is to feel the pain of your true love, this pain, this rage is a bitterness best served cold. This will never heal a heart this cold is bitter than stone to cold to understand; A chest, or an ICE BOX. to truth no pain can stumple a warm heart. That to healing passion I long for on a dark and scary road to healing through hells fury. Like fire over Ice these plans, these hands are a portion of my next stand; This mind, this heart bittered and jealous of loves sting. The pain, Loneliness of a battered and bruised heart full of damaged emotions, painful eyes full of grief and disappointment I shall never forget this enthusiatic Anger and OverZelous Rage I have brought to this, to US. As I clinch my heart so painfully broken each day because of the bitterness that I caused trying my best to "REDEEM" myself....Please Accept me!
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC
REDEEMER
To stab your own heart is to feel the pain of your true love, this pain, this rage is a bitterness best served cold. This will never heal a heart this cold is bitter than stone to cold to understand; A chest, or an ICE BOX. to truth no pain can stumple a warm heart. That to healing passion I long for on a dark and scary road to healing through hells fury. Like fire over Ice these plans, these hands are a portion of my next stand; This mind, this heart bittered and jealous of loves sting. The pain, Loneliness of a battered and bruised heart full of damaged emotions, painful eyes full of grief and disappointment I shall never forget this enthusiatic Anger and OverZelous Rage I have brought to this, to US. As I clinch my heart so painfully broken each day because of the bitterness that I caused trying my best to "REDEEM" myself....Please Accept me!
Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright Copyright © 1983-Present
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC
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