Child of Yours

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By Loneliness is condescending •

All you do is tell me to grow up Yet my life is not my own To afraid to speak up To head strong to let it drop The conceit is growing in my mind Blacking my heart till my eyes shine blood The chill against my skin is no match against this thawing heart The only words you hear are the fear brought silence So I’ll fill the pages with hateful words I’ll never speak

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March 28, 2006 20:14lost the lonely dead

aww, i like it