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11 February 2010
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no gain..
You can have it all. Even though we both know it's worth less than nothing. I'd bleed myself dry.. For you
distant memories apears. Flies beneth my eyes like butterflies. Soon they're traped in the web i weave just like thos distant dreams. Fly my dreams fly, flee the shadow become one with the pain I wea
Another head hangs lowly, Child is slowly taken. And the violence caused such silence, Who are we mistaken? But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. In your head, in your head they are fighting,
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