bordem, by eleanor maslen
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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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Posted: 2012-01-12 10:27:29 UTC |
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2012-02-23 02:16:49 | lance |
bravo babe bravo-- i miss ya you psycho lol where the heck are ya |