No matter what i do...as I think of you the tears wont stop. They stream down my face like the very rain drops from the sky...flooding my very core until the pressure starts to kill me. I need to set it free yet my window will not open. I have come to this part in my path where not even I can open the door alone. I need her... I need that angel I've called Rose for so long before I lay down and give up my soul to the dark clouds deep within me...Yet i cant have that hand I reach for for it is already held by one and I am now alone once again.
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THE SWEET AND EVIL LITTLE ME
ITS ABOUT ME
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