Cold-HeartedThis cold, hard ground Is not cold enough for my care The surface is rough with no texture But the air contains a warmth I do not needCold-Hearted
My mistakes of the past still haunt me As I lay restlessly without a sound One tiny movement of the eye, One shallow breath is enough Enough for my demise to soon come
Laying here frozen, on the cold ground Blood is mixed with tears from my own pain I want to escape but all I will do is fall Fall back on the cold, hard ground As my blood once more flows Never stopping, cold like the white snow Only seen to b
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Smile and you'll never be alone ... cause I'll smile back
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"When a thing has been said and well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it."
--Anatole France
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Let the children lose it, let the children use it, let all the children boogie
//member of =italia and of =europeans //
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"When a thing has been said and well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it."
--Anatole France
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blah blah blah - no one reads these anyway
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"When a thing has been said and well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it."
--Anatole France
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blah blah blah - no one reads these anyway
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"When a thing has been said and well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it."
--Anatole France
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