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Post by Maka on Jul 6, 2007 19:32:05 GMT -5
Written February 4, 2006
The emptiness feeds into my soul and into my carcass the hunger of love soaking energy so its tarnished continuing days, go on without a single progression never understanding from mistakes, never a lesson the clock is ticking with a bomb single handedly attached to my heart like its an egg, incubating waiting to hatch months go by and the feeling's only getting colder the information in me isn't opening like a folder my hope is fading from the wind blowing the flame and my emotions, incapable of being so tame they say success is the key to your happiness with it, comes the fear in your mind in a crafty bliss
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