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The failures mind has grown weary, and nothing's going to make sense.
Paper dolls are easily burned, and money is poorly spent.
We'll fall down for the thrill, for it's become a fad.
Tomorrow we will die again, and then never look back.
Faded now, for I've gone missing long ago.
And now I'm nothing but a memory.
- by XxFly-By-NightxX |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/21/2009 |
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- Title: ~Untitled~
- Artist: XxFly-By-NightxX
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Hello! This is my very first ever subscription. So, all I ask is that you don't be to mean.
This little poem I wrote just randomly. It was what I was feeling at the moment. - Date: 02/21/2009
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