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By shushlove Date: 2002 Mar 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.03.11.15.1756]] |
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Bitter from the battle still, what does it matter that I cried? A sign from above that what we had was love? No, he lied. And I've tried: Let go of me! It's fair that I am free - but this bitter battered seed still lies inside |