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The on going days seem to drag past me... so fast, such as the smoke from each cigarrette that flows from my mouth.
What day is it again? -
Black sheets cover the
ancient lies beneath meby MissxoxMassacre 15 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 24 3:34 PM 2008 -
Through the fires & the flames of this Hell we thrive in…
I will thrive for you…with you…in you. -
The nights are growing colder & I’m growing older
but all I can ever think about is how young & foolish we were…
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