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By Loneliness is condescending •

Soul stealer mind crusher Your nothing I can’t control Without me you are useless Some how you run my life Waking I rush to you Sleeping I dream with you How easily I can send you away Every day I say I will Yet still I sit adsorbed Alive within your conversation None of them addressed to me Tell me of the pretty people Explain to me a Childs suffering Steal my soul a bit again tonight Tell me of your loneness Soon your friends are filling every room with chatter I can’t hear When your finally silent It fills my heart with ache Anxiety of missing another failing life Show me my distorted reflection Crush my mind This television set

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March 28, 2006 20:13lost the lonely dead

nice yeah that is a lot like the other one but i think in some ways i like yours better then mine