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Old April 9th, 2006, 08:15 PM  
Join Date: March 20, 2005
Location: Inbetween the rain drops
Age: 25
Default angst ridden appreciated.

Behind devilish eyes, only feud can hide.
Inside the heart of infatuation, lies a fake heart of love.
gripping with the fingers pulling through the anger of this life,
the torture, the IT.
IT was never meant the be.
IT was what you became.
A hollow hole of deep despair.
Angry scrawl marks, IT was the knife you couldn't control.
IT was the power, the beauty, the soul.

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