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During day, she is locked away Although in night, she returns with spite From the depths of depth itself, she awakes herself No longer holding control, there is nothing to console In fighting-there is no will, everything tried-she finds thrill Hatred-yet love, devil-yet dove
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 4:15 PM UTC
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During day, she is locked away Although in night, she returns with spite From the depths of depth itself, she awakes herself No longer holding control, there is nothing to console In fighting-there is no will, everything tried-she finds thrill Hatred-yet love, devil-yet dove
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 4:15 PM UTC
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