where will this mystery end up, by lost in my own confessions
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Gone without word
Gone without sight
Gone with nothing but a sighlent night
you were alone in the woods not knowing of others
confused and all alone with your enormous black heart
you heard some noise thinkings it was just the wind
then the next day u ended up dead
guess what happend with nothing said..... |
| Posted: 2007-11-22 16:02:52 UTC |
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