Sunday, November 4, 2007

The Last Words Comments

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The cold sky above me is crying
To meet my last day, one more story is over.
A wrist, razorblade - now I hope I'm becoming
The pain in your heart. In your mind, never sober
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April Avalon
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April Avalon

April Avalon

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