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Will You Remember Me?I heard a song today that made tears roll down my face. It's words burned into me, a feeling long felt by the human race. It reminded me of a heartbreaking past. A lover who quickly grew to love me fast, but left me quicker than a fashion passed. It reminded me of racing her once, and tripping at the starting line. It left a scar that day... so fresh, that it smarts from time to time. Dear G-d, why did it have to be this way? It's quite the burden, living without you, each and every passing day. And some wonder why I walk with my head held low. Well, I do suppose... you alreadyWill You Remember Me?
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M.R.T.by ~Explosions
Evil has never looked so good.Ghosts cannot love, cannot cry 'Cannot hold you till the day you die Ghosts cannot sing songs of joy They are but spirits, dead. Destroyed. How could I possibly love? I am the specter, and you, the creater thereof. Yet... you are mere shadow, a quiet hush of silence. Not a single blink of your eye creates disturbance. Have you no love left in you yet? Must I apologize, because you are gone, and I am dead? Perdition is no sweeter than a single kiss from my lips, so pale and so blue. Devil woman... don't you know I'd burn an eternity for you?Evil has never looked so good.
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