Time
Deep crimson wounds are overing my body.Although I cannot see them, I know they are there.I can feel them.
Time has not healed my wounds.A seering pain is destroying who I am.The poison is still flowing through my veins, slowly killing my soul.
I wonder when it will ever end.
Time has not healed my wounds.A seering pain is destroying who I am.The poison is still flowing through my veins, slowly killing my soul.
I wonder when it will ever end.
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| Auteur: Soulles | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 februari 2004 | ||
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