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By eleanor maslen

To many nights spent alone, from broken dreams i wake. The devil knows i need him my soul is his to take. From eyes of black tears do fall and i can see him still for all the hope and sorrow i have never lost my will. the soul is torn and burnt my mind is a closed cage from my heart i bleed as only god knows my rage.

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February 23, 2012 02:16lance

bravo babe bravo-- i miss ya you psycho lol where the heck are ya