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So cold, the grip of fear... So intense, that it grips the pit of my stomach and consumes me from within. I touch upon the void, engulfed b
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Why walk to the door of death, when you can fight your way to it?
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Thanks to you, / I know how to look out for myself. / I know how to keep myself from being hurt. / Thankyou for all the mean things you said to my face, / Thanks for saying your sorry when you diby rainbowtears 79 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 12 12:04 AM 2007. In Abuse, Personal, Love, Pain, My life, Depression, Loss of trust, fear.
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What once was Persia is now Iran / The world is sorrier for that / Controlled by Islam, totalitarian / What once was Persia is now Iran / Spreading terror as much as it can / Forgotten the Persian rug and cat / Wh
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I fear I’m living it all over again
What if this suffering isn’t meant to end?
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