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Saturday, January 10, 2009
My hat
Lost. Im lost in myself. Im lost. A soft hand i feal in my palm. Giding me home. Yet I have no home. Giding me to a place I can call home. A place where angls sleep. A place where i hang my hat.
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my problem
woot
mkay
bild strong
the pain
the fathers past
the lost
lone wolf
My darkness
The garidian
walk
Alone no more
the world
ink
The darkness hides the truth.
if only
hey
my life
My hat
Hero
last
alone i break
the falling sky
fear
if only
word grow old with time
sunset
my story
fading dreams
Cold graves
the day of the night
shadow of night
skin
my life
Words writen in fear
who
Twich
twich....not much said, iam like the wind you know its there you can feal it but you can never see it.
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