Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to the razor that never, enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness & would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness I could
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Shellybear I love you add me!!!!!
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I shall add joo again.
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