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Them I know them Reached out Watch them
walking walking walking
Wait!
No turning And distance yet
wait
by ~wickedsick
How SadIt never died, It never went away You liar, you lie to yourself Let go your pride, why do you need it? How sad when your heart concedes your head.How Sad
How sad
What lies you tell yourself, slaughter your dreams with common sense And for what? For convention, for standards, for the prison of boundaries man has made himself.
How sad
She loved you. She cried. She loved you, but she died. Who is left standing in her place? Not even a shadow of what she was.
How sad.
The pain in your eyes; you see the change too. &nb
by ~wickedsick
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- Favourite band or musician: U2, Depeche Mode, The Cranberries, Copeland, Minus the Bear
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- Personal Quote: The hardest thing to learn in life is not how to love, but how to let yourself *be* loved.
- Tools of the Trade: Any media I can get my hands on.
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