Becoming the casualty

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Empty air between the souls We said too much to make them true To Set Our Graves In Stone A martyr dream we once believed Show us your integrity in Failing With so many words… so many They mean to little Summing up An Overpowering feeling It Consumes me… All things Consume me

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April 23, 2006 22:30lost the lonely dead

cool but seems like it needs something more after it...