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Feb 2013
As I lay in my own asylum I keep thinking of him
The person that is withering in my dreams waiting for me
He is tearing through my heart wanting me to feel the pain he is going through
The man that left me in a horrible state that instead of amazing dreams
they turn into horrifying nightmares of what our memories could be.
Number 3 in the "story"
Moonlight Blossom
Written by
Moonlight Blossom  America
(America)   
446
   DieingEmbers, Marian, --- and Timothy
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