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I dont know why i hurt so much
and why im scared of the lightest touch.

why trust and love arent inside my soul
or why i cant care, why im cold.

I long to fall so deep in love
that i feel im flying high up above

whats the point in a mind so closed
is this really me? the thing i chose?

My heart cant bleed beause its not alive
i want to take the plunge, the long life dive.

but no man has melted this soul i own
and i know i'll die, cold and alone. 
Posted: 2011-10-20 14:40:40 UTC

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