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Forgotten

Forgotten , and the age have forgotten me , I'm all hope but desperation kills me No matter how much i live or when i die i'm the evil and the evil is me Long i walked in to that hallway of darkness thinking about my heart's sadness oh evil spirits poses my soul , and leave me darker More and More Ahoy , my heart with black tears , stop crying , and start the dark art start the art of music start the symphony of dark night ...

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Date: 1/18/2016 1:55:00 PM
Sleiman, Awesome write, Thank You for sharing... SKAT...
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