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by Beautifully Disfigured   Nov 22, 2006


Thoughts of you run through my head

of everything there is left to dread

dread the future and what may come

dread the past and what has lasted

lasted longer than i thought it would ever

i thought the end would never

never come to an end, it would last forever

but now my misery is taking over

over the edge and into the darkness

and the darkness is where i will stay

stay for all eternity

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