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Saturday, February 19, 2005






    Losing sleep, in too deep
    Fading sun, what have I done?
    Came so close to what I need most
    Nothing left here
    Cut the ties, uncovered disguise
    Left behind all intertwined
    Lost control, moved out of the role now
    Nothing's left here
    Leave it be
    It was meant for me
    Soul sacrifice
    Forgot the advice
    Lost track of time
    In a flurry of smoke
    Waiting anxiety
    For a fair judgement deserved



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