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Post by yellow12 on Apr 27, 2010 0:19:44 GMT -5
Too many times Too much to think Too many guys Too many dreams Same old thing It just happens to me When will I end this rampant obsession That's putting me in recede Guy after guy, It never fills the whole in my soul What color is my soul? Pink with black swirls Full of demolished delusions My life is average, considering everyone wants to die should i end my life? It would end my fetish With the need of having more and more Leading to my destruction Either way I'm gone
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