Dear, pain

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By addictkittyravex

My dear Agony, stop your foolishness you're leaving me here to die from chapped lips to frostbites, your promises hangs in the skies. purple, blue, orange the sun is beginning to set my aching never ends so leave my body to rest.

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February 4, 2010 21:19brad1990

pritty good