may 25 2005

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By foxxy_rose

maybe its my fault you know the whole result im tired of this pain it feels like constant rain i hope itll be fine and my life will still be mine but nothing is for sure and nothing is pure it may be great on the surface but what the hells the purpose because if all is wrong i will be singing the same old song i dont know what ill do if i ever lose you no matter where i am i feel its all a sham

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