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Sunday, March 15, 2009,

Clutch your broken bleeding heart,
Throw it in the distance,
Hope it ends in good hands,
And run for it.

My staminas dead, my hearts a fake.
I am just a bait, for everything but fate.
I dont make sense, never had friends.
Couldnt give a damn, so this is the end.

I have no idea how i can go through so much pain,
Im not letting you go.
Ever again.

Dont leave me,
Dont say we're not meant to be;

Im not going to let you go.

7:09 AM