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The days are long the night are worse my hand shakes to write this verse I miss you so my rock my stone i feel so lost wandering alone i'm like a zombie not even alive where have they gone the butterflies meant to be. . . is it fate? or like before is it too late
Copywrite 10stl0ve '09
