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In that time of the winter,
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I can pick up my pen,
And write a bunch of melancholy lyricsby drumbum7856 62 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 21 7:04 PM 2008 -
A ripping sound of my heart breaking,
A cutting pain that makes me scream, -
Sometimes I dream that we are best friends.
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I don't know whether to cry or laugh, I don't know whether to scream or smile,
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Poem about the relationship I have with my father.
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It a song without music/poem about my relationship with my father.
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fallen into the darkness immersed in over my headby drumbum7856 19 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 30 9:38 PM 2007
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Sometimes I hate who I am. My warped view of a perfect person.
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