silent cries

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By Shnu

cries for help seem so absurd when they're buried inside and never get heard wandering around, get lost in a maze years of my life, go past in a haze day after day, each same as the last try to find out, how to run from the past looking around, you'd never guess that i would have horrible sins to confess secrets wont be broken, for they'll never show i'm the only one, who'll ever know.

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June 1, 2007 16:22User

I know this feeling well..I hope you will find better days..