This one thing I desire

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Forsake me, Forsake me, Forsake me. I beg of you Break my heart, Bring me pain Show to me what I need Give me the sense of feeling Anything, Anything at all… Stab me in the back, Bathe me in your malice Fill me with that hate Falling to my knees I weep for I beg I beg of you, to keep that kiss at bay Forsake me, Forske me, I love you, Forsake me

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April 23, 2006 22:28lost the lonely dead

strange dont know what else to say really

May 20, 2006 21:17Crimson.Wings

i thought it was pretty good. it has a unique style.