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Her eyes are gray, Not blue.
Feb 19, 2005 00:19
She’s sad.
She hurts.
She bleeds.
She bends.
She hates.
She wishes.
She hopes.
She’s dead.
She waits.
She loves.
She’s lost.
She’s gained.
She’s lived again.
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