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by juliet Jul 8, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Standing in the dark alone in a place without a heart gone without a trace never to leave looking up at space lean over the stone everything to hate alone in the world your all to late the water is cold you thought i was a saint nothing to hold i can't explain now i'm in control to much pain i don't belong here to much to give-away i guess i should disappear