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by Tina   Sep 26, 2005


In the dangers that surround us, we crumble from the pain. And with all the hate and heartache we seem to go insane.

It only gets worse, as we try to fix it everyday. But nothing works. We just go our seperate ways.

Our minds try to trick us, with their silly little lies. And the houses are the graveyards that take away our lives.

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