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by ¢нαÑℓι Jan 12, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Its in a heart, That never ends, Locked from the world, Locked from its friends. Its in a place, So lonley and cold, Locked away, To grow old. I sat and watched, I sat and stared, It felt so odd, How much I cared.I couldnt leave, My hearts not cold, We'll die together, When we're old.