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Drops of red / Stain my bed / And words of hate are left / No matter how many times it's done / It will never be enough / Ther're everywhere / The pink scars of failure / But as the drops of red / Stain my bedby ExOhAutumnExOh 10 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 10 11:17 PM 2007
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Hands shaking, head's a spin / This is how my days begin. / Inhale, exhale. It'll all soon end / Until then you'll just have to bend. / Fake a smile, fake a laugh / Pretend to be happy for everyone'
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Millions of people dying
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Dear Daddy,
The painby ExOhAutumnExOh 24 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 14 6:50 PM 2006. In Angst -
Your hands are as cold as ice
Your fingers are starting to leave marksby ExOhAutumnExOh 11 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 14 6:39 PM 2006. In Abuse
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