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Nov 2010
She's a wrecking ball creating a path of destruction
playing the arts of deception, seduction,
afraid to love, she lashes out against
herself, her family, friends; now she just resents
all those who left her in her madness
and all along, it was only just sadness.

I don't believe there's a soul to love me
but maybe I've fulfilled my own prophecy.
Emma
Written by
Emma  Nomad
(Nomad)   
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   Pen Lux and Ryan Bowdish
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