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By Loneliness is condescending •

Be true my soul Even in this fleeting hour I’ll hold tight to truth even though I’ve forgotten it Peaceably I will fight for righteous hearts Confusion clouded eyes Stuck within the muddled present Losing faith in the blackened shadows Doubting reassurance You’ll sake your soul to save me Never is our spoken love

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May 13, 2006 00:02lost the lonely dead

these ones about those people are interesting when the work is finally published im going to run back to these i bet