No Word Goes Unheard, by Loneliness is condescending
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This is tomorrow Full of empty diaries Doing all to keep them blank Your searching for answers I see the questions on your face I can’t stay here You can’t make me What’s left has already worn away This one last side Useless as they are these broken thoughts Keep me up at night |
| Posted: 2005-11-02 04:52:44 UTC |
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| 2006-04-28 14:56:17 | lost the lonely dead |
| thats sad but as a poem i like it | |