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By Loneliness is condescending •

Dear Wendy, Dear Wendy I find me alone With emptiness echoing And a lie to tongue The math it comes by I kick my feet and wish it away Party tomorrow and pray tonight For the sins we are waiting to bleed My hands are dyed red with the blood Of those we have yet to meet

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May 28, 2006 03:42lost the lonely dead

reminds me of that young lady i know named _ _ _ _ _ _ yeah, you captured _ _ _ _ _ _ well *thumbs up*

June 7, 2006 03:23Faith

hmmmmm... still trying to figure out what my opinion might be...