a rant of something, by Loneliness is condescending
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I woke up this morning
Soft whispers in my ear
They’re all staring
Waiting for my failures
They all know what they're not saying
I’m life limited..
And I’m crying
(not very good but i'm working on it
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| Posted: 2006-05-27 05:02:12 UTC |
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| 2006-05-28 03:38:40 | lost the lonely dead |
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