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Dec 2009
All this time
I've tried to find,
within the recess
of my mind,
the lie I crave
to keep me blind,
to clear the air-
the dark dispair.
To find my peace,
to **** the beast,
the blackened truth
that holds me down.

For you my dear,
are neither here nor there,
your love is cold,
you couldn't care.
Your sparkling face,
and your heartfelt touch,
Do you truly feel that much?
Cry Sebastian
Written by
Cry Sebastian  Hanover
(Hanover)   
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