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| She's become |
The tears flow down a face so cold
Wind whips her hair in all directions
Senses are heightened
And the thoughts within rage up a storm
A night forces the sorrows to come forth
A night will make for nostalgia
The insomnia won't help
But the whiskey will
So say cheers to drowning
And no to help
Because that is who she's become
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Posted by price2pay on 2009-11-07 01:31:15 | Rating: | Views: 21
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