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Snow Knee Deep, Footprints Indent The Sheer Surface, Hoarforst Coats The Trees, Don't Run Away From, My Poor Human Body, The Fraile Mess That Runs After You, Is Not The One I Wish To Be, Don't Run Away From Me, I'm Still One Of You Consciousness Regained, Wiping Watery Eyes With Blood Stained Palms, Dreading These Long, 17 Hour Days, Unplugged From The Material Plain, All I Hear, Is Their Voices Slamming, Against Innocent Lockers, All I Smell Is Poisoned Berry Perfume, All I Say, Is One Scream, All I Can Feel, Is My Book Slamming On The Ground, All I See, Is Blurry Brick Walls, White As The Snow I Lost My Family Upon All I Can Feel Are Peoples Arms Around Me, Asking If I'm Okay, No, Incase You Are Wondering, All I Can Tell Myself Is, Stop Running Away Don't Runaway From Me Again, I Feel All Alone, Don't Runaway From Me Lobo, You Are The Only True Thing I Know
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
Don't Runaway
Snow Knee Deep, Footprints Indent The Sheer Surface, Hoarforst Coats The Trees, Don't Run Away From, My Poor Human Body, The Fraile Mess That Runs After You, Is Not The One I Wish To Be, Don't Run Away From Me, I'm Still One Of You Consciousness Regained, Wiping Watery Eyes With Blood Stained Palms, Dreading These Long, 17 Hour Days, Unplugged From The Material Plain, All I Hear, Is Their Voices Slamming, Against Innocent Lockers, All I Smell Is Poisoned Berry Perfume, All I Say, Is One Scream, All I Can Feel, Is My Book Slamming On The Ground, All I See, Is Blurry Brick Walls, White As The Snow I Lost My Family Upon All I Can Feel Are Peoples Arms Around Me, Asking If I'm Okay, No, Incase You Are Wondering, All I Can Tell Myself Is, Stop Running Away Don't Runaway From Me Again, I Feel All Alone, Don't Runaway From Me Lobo, You Are The Only True Thing I Know
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
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