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Death sweeps in taking its toll. The asking price? One soul. Left behind is the emptiness Falling into the great abyss Lots of items left behind Tons of treasures for you to find Some hold on finding it rough Others purge all of this stuff Day by day ups and downs Sometimes smiles  sometimes frowns Laughter, crying, emotions low to high Missing you with days gone by Anger unleashed, curses fly Blaming God for your misery Blinding rage is all you see Pain and suffering in your wake Happiness seems so fake Little reminders everywhere Memories from here and there Broken lives tattered and torn Left alone to weep and morn.
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 2:19 PM UTC
Empty
Death sweeps in taking its toll. The asking price? One soul. Left behind is the emptiness Falling into the great abyss Lots of items left behind Tons of treasures for you to find Some hold on finding it rough Others purge all of this stuff Day by day ups and downs Sometimes smiles  sometimes frowns Laughter, crying, emotions low to high Missing you with days gone by Anger unleashed, curses fly Blaming God for your misery Blinding rage is all you see Pain and suffering in your wake Happiness seems so fake Little reminders everywhere Memories from here and there Broken lives tattered and torn Left alone to weep and morn.
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emily-coon
American
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 2:19 PM UTC
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