draft, by eleanor maslen
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I dont know why i hurt so much
and why im scared of the lightest touch.
why trust and love arent inside my soul
or why i cant care, why im cold.
I long to fall so deep in love
that i feel im flying high up above
whats the point in a mind so closed
is this really me? the thing i chose?
My heart cant bleed beause its not alive
i want to take the plunge, the long life dive.
but no man has melted this soul i own
and i know i'll die, cold and alone. |
Posted: 2011-10-20 14:40:40 UTC |
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