3 Mar 2008

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walk the path of the fallen
dark as youre heart, disfigured
leaves fall as you search for something
you wont ever find

youre mind is torn in two, broken you still walk that path
fear becomes youre game

cold air wraps itself around you, the nightime chill consumes the worse part of sanity
feel deep down, it will pull you in further

what the fuck is happening

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