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| TheDeprived |
I've not so long forgotten the feeling of circulation... So don't assume I don't still hurt when stabbed, and I don't still cry when betrayed. I am not yet dead, so don't burry my hopes. |
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| Spare Change | I may not ever speak to you, you might not know my name. You might not ever care for me, or even know my face. You may pass me in the street and never even see me, pass me by as someone else, just another faceless wonder. But I'm not dead yet. My heart still beats warm and strong, my laughter echos places you've never been, my eyes still cry and my lips still smile, don't bury me just yet. | 030819 |