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Alive Still Dead

Killed still, alive still dead spilled on her heart , skilled with the passion i pour there I have a glass of her pain and it consumed me True, the truth hurts it will do more than hurt, sure it will hunted and chased down apprehended, caught, Im lost now I fall< I rise up I live for the satisfaction it gives her half the battle aint even faught yet half my heart still i breate air all my love im willing, doubted it not even for a second planted and watched hope grow watched and never looked away from the first day and from her first words I deserved them I am a success when i search you\ a failure when i give up a monster when i get mad the devil when you want him a mind of a wise man when you try me Im a fool just to blind them a loud mouth to the be the sound of a leader so they will surround me a ninja when i get them all in then a major part of the whole scheme of The things i dream of the life i want back

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Date: 6/11/2013 8:40:00 PM
Hello Devil.... lol.... JK..... anyways, you are a ninja, bet you are sneaky... enjoyed... this... Linda
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