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By Loneliness is condescending

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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May 28, 2006 03:38lost the lonely dead

let me know when you improve it please