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Jun 01, 2004 07:20

Senseablility

The sense of your intelect.
The sense of your breath...
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Growing tired of this bitterness that won't reside...Give me peace is my new mantra..Let me Die, says my pride..

Fk the feelings that he destroyed. Fk the point that you could never understand and claimed annoyed..

He won't believe me...I don't believe myself..

I want to bleed

Bleed the tears that have grown tired along side...

I've hurt you in so many ways, and you have done likewise..
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I take this last breath, and emptiness subsides. I want to end the memories that never began...I want to shed the tears that will never land...

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AS much as I hate you, I want to be loved...
Love me for once..dont leave me branded, with no one to trust..
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