miércoles, febrero 17, 2010

All of you, shaped me into what i am. Carried out the better man. Do you have a master plan?. Somewhere I let all my defenses down, never thought to turn around. & u do not make a sound. See it turning red, like a bullet through the chest. Lay me down to rest. Its a lovers final breath

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