Monday, June 30, 2008
Tonight, your thoughts go oh so, unrequinted.
Bleeding, bleeding.make it stop.it's this heart.in pain.screaming, screaming.make it stop.it's this thought.in pain.running, running.never stopping.it's this escape.in pain.Oh, lovley jelously.Horrible, painful envy.Intrigue me not covet thee.So, tonight, i'll dine with indugling drinks of forgivness and embrace.Thank ye, the Lord for His grace.
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