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little black book
if you seek my innermost thoughts, they can be found in the pages of this journal.
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Stammering through the slushing mud,
I desperately cling to the redeeming hope,
That if I can just make it through this labrynth of souls,
I can once again
Be with the one I love.
Love is what got me into this mess,
But it is love
And love alone,
That can get me out.
I wouldn't change a thing,
As I trudge through the muc,
If it means I can be with him in the end.
The labrynth of souls seems truely endless,
But that is only because love has no end.
 SonicBeauty · Mon Oct 11, 2004 @ 03:20am · 0 Comments |
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