Words from a heart

December 12, 2009
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On the inside of death
Outside the grave of the words that i said
They don't deserve to live, to be repeated
I'll let my words of sorrow, hatred, anger, sadness...
dissipate from my own mouth
Let the wind carry me like a leaf
take me so far away,
somewhere that can be nowhere
when i close my eyes and paint the perfect picture
waiting for it to come true





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