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12.11.2007, 20:41 | #1 |
Misfit..
Ambling to my childhood pictures,think strong
Mistreated and picked on,greeted with fist swarms Then soon the guilt begin leaving my bliss on Nowadays I’m greatly appreciatin’ the loathing You’ve made me feel,but this time I’m holdin’ This imaginary gift to lead my dreary life on nothin’ Since the moment I saw the light of day,I aware Of being already dead..At times there were no one to care Day by day the pain’s growin’ to an impenetrably snare But what is this,dimness claspin’ my soul Can’t turn back,trapped in the foretime to go… |
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