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By Farah Submitted by twisted_lie Date: 2007 Dec 27 Comment on this Work [[2007.12.27.16.09.25093]] |
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A passenger in life,a messenger in duty. As I pass you by,and note you of your beauty. A mixed up mind,under troubled water. Torture for the eyes,with a flow of dark thoughts. Make them stop,let them stop,force them to stop, But they only come back to haunt you. A passenger in your life, will you please still remember me the way I was? Because my memory of who I used to be is just fading away. |