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Feb 20, 2005 17:13

Here we stand in this cold air,
Unable to breathe,
Unable to care,
We leave beside us an empty space,
Dark and empty,
Like it's a grave,
And all we see is a hidden truth,
Betraying me,
Betraying you.

You'd be a great secret, if I could keep you...

♥ Megan

P.S. I didn't write that.

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jameofminkinia February 21 2005, 00:29:36 UTC
pretty words make me sad

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jameofminkinia March 23 2005, 01:37:06 UTC
pretty words make me sad too. =(

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