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Faded Memory |
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Snowflake From Hell Senior Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 777My own little Icey Oblivion 
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Your words to me just a whisper in sand, Never will I get to hold your hand. Always moving forward backwards with closed eyes, Tired of listening to all these silent sighs. Child came to be, Will not let me see. Never again shall I fall victim to this abyss, Abyss that passes ignorance for bliss. Take this hole in my chest, Lay my soul to rest. Funny how things turn out, Set my mind in doubt. Hollow heroes seperate as they run...Shadows linger in your pain dead and done |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Your words to me just a whisper in sand, Never will I get to hold your hand. Always moving forward backwards with closed eyes, Tired of listening to all these silent sighs. This a beautiful poem -- I like it a lot. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
funny how things turn out yeah |
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