The bite of the gentle

by repair her heart   Apr 3, 2007


Screaming louder and louder
I am losing
I seem to fear the sound of my own echo
My game has just been tempted
I am dreading what is beauty
I am stronger than what is weak
I cant see whats not in front of me
I can go on, I'm biting what is being gentle
I am here and appear somewhere elsewhere
Take a look I am not running
I am just amazed
I'm burning down like what is chilled
I can go on
Just me and thats all

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