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Oct 03, 2006 11:34

Smiling, beautiful
Something torn from my hands

I'm not ready for you to die
[screaming]

This day will end
With the lies complete
My closest friend
Here in front of me
[screaming]

You wanted to know us
If it was for the pain that its caused us
For the lies, such a poor thing
Don't know what it was to deserve this
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