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Contributed by
frejya
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Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 07:05:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
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To hell for glory as I pay
My soul, my love as heavens betray
I hold my breaths, the few ones left
Like every night into a day
Out from sorrow in misery I lay
To help me survive with what is left
Can't talk, can't whisper, how to say?
Don't try to force me to the joy of gay
'Cause I'm trying to use the least of what is left.
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frejya
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2004-06-13 07:05:25]
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Re: Left
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by deathdrop on
Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 07:12:34 AM AEST
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i can sympathise with this one.
this is good stuff!!!
keep it up, you have a nice talent. |
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Re: Left
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by lostinmyself on
Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 07:21:13 AM AEST
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Good write, i have to wonder what it would look like with more added though.
i love these lines:
"Like every night into a day
Out from sorrow in misery I lay
To help me survive with what is left"
*hugs* phil xxx
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Re: Left
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by buchi on
Saturday, 10th July 2004 @ 09:02:43 PM AEST
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| Stirring...tragic overtones,,compelling... |
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