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Lonely, Swear Love To Me.
Nothing, I have nothing, I am nothing. Pushed around, called useless, used and abused. Isn't there anything to stop the pain? To dull this aching that's slowly turning my heart as cold as stone? Maybe that blue eyed gaze is the answer.
9/26/14
10.0
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