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Wednesday, March 2, 2005


Fallen

Crying by myself,
no one next to me.
Like a toy forgotten on the shelf.

Blood falling down my back,
The absence of my wings.
So red, it looks black.

Not evil, not good,
not dark, not light.
Something not understood.

A crime long forgotten,
a small matter for the price to pay.
and now I keep fallin...

Wings, torn from my back,
binding me to the ground.
The one thing I love is the one thing I lack.

Can't find my way back, I'm so lost,
Can't remember anything.
Such a cost...

No one from home callin...
Some would cosider me an angel,
but those who knew better would consider me fallen.
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yea i know i posted this before but i don't know wat to write... and i suddenly want pumpkin pie =^^=

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