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Sep 2013
When the night comes to life and the moon has arrived.
When the clouds disappear and there's no one near.
That weird girl from down the street, cries herself again to sleep.
Even with tears streaming down her face, she would tell you that she's okay.
You can tell by her eyes that she's telling a lie, all we want to know is why.
Why is she lying ?
Why is she crying ?
Is there something that she is hiding ?
Yes there is but she's staying strong and she won't ever tell you what the hell is wrong.
AnotherFallenAngel
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AnotherFallenAngel  Netherlands.
(Netherlands.)   
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