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shes out too late; looking for the angel of her hell footsteps echo through the emptyness of crowds a sound so deafening to create a blackout of thought.
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Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 4:15 AM UTC
where are you?
shes out too late; looking for the angel of her hell footsteps echo through the emptyness of crowds a sound so deafening to create a blackout of thought.
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kaitlyn-johnson
American
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 4:15 AM UTC
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