the epitamy darkness
it remains inside of me
lives unsaid
if someone doesnt spill
i'm going to be dead
the truth lingers on
as i sit in the cold
its dark outside
i watch the people grow old
it eats away at my flesh
my world ends in a snap
i can almost see your hand
but i cant turn back
i feel so alone
more then ever right now
theirs words i want to say
but i dont know how
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LaurinxLaLaposted on 10/14/2007
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