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By Zanna •

Torn heart Blood pours And all around Salty wind soars Ripped out From my chest The beating stops And I lay to rest I see myself Laying there Helpless, but life Has never been fair I've stopped now I don't exist But, oh well It's probably best

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December 3, 2005 22:39waterlily

i share your sentimeant myself