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Apr 2012
it's to late
i'm already dead
my blood runs cold
and it's no longer red.

no feeling for me
the days never end
i wish to see
but i cannot mend.

i wish for happy
but alas it will not come
i'm begging for a chance
too late, i am done.
AVerlinden
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AVerlinden
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   Toma Denisa
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