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by Cries at Night Dec 8, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Thought I was lost, lost in a lonely land, when you strolled out of my life. I had so many questions, so little answers, when you left me on the ground. That was my dark age, my depression. Ancient history wont repeat its self.
by Lithium
Thats right u tell it :P hehe nice poem xox rc