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Phantoms

Times have changed The enemy has no name Shifting shadows, searching For someone, something, anything How will I know Before its too late and I'm stopped Dropped, slate wiped clean by my own blood

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/9/2010 9:11:00 PM
This is a very paranoid person you write about, and the answer to the question is. You will never know how or when, the only thing you should be concerned with is that you enjoy life while it lasts.
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