For Love Or Nothing

eric 22 new jersey
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Scribe II: The Second

And I don’t know, wish I knew. It hurts to cry but it feels good

to pretend. Lock me in a room and listen for hours, this story of

guilt, it evokes us all. When I come to, I’ll miss you so. With the

fires of sadness comes a chilling feel, a soothing soul and a

weeping hill. I talk of ropes, ache to hang, but speak of living, 

when everything is left it’s time to heal. This magical place, with

arms of grace, tell me I’m right, correct me if I’m wrong but the

hours are gone and we’ve got seconds left. So make a choice,

write it down and pass it down.  

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