Do I dare question it?

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By Loneliness is condescending •

My heart consumed in a fire of burning ash I write my pleas in blood Cant you see I’m fading fast In the silence of my screams When I failed to see your pleading Last chance to be saved Empty and dying Nothing more then dust (still working on it)

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February 8, 2006 07:20lost the lonely dead

i'd like to see this if you do more to it