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Sep 2014
the wind blows away my tears
the earth fixes the bruise
the water heals my heart
the earth listens to my story
they are my healers
well the creates of the pain lough
they lough and call me pathetic for seeking comfort
of the world
but in the end you cant blame me for ever human i meet is
twisted at heart
Written by
harry ride
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   crazytilde and ryn
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