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Black Creeping through my soul Tainting everything as it goes Ruining as it goes. Despair Is what it leaves Never truly knowing What could be Loss You meant so much Now you're telling me You just don't know. Death Must feel better Than this sense of unwant Your killing me from inside out.
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 2:49 PM UTC
Inside Out
Black Creeping through my soul Tainting everything as it goes Ruining as it goes. Despair Is what it leaves Never truly knowing What could be Loss You meant so much Now you're telling me You just don't know. Death Must feel better Than this sense of unwant Your killing me from inside out.
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declan
American
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 2:49 PM UTC
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