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Alone The lack of trust can consume the spirit Jealousy aids to break it down Soon on ravens wings your pride will take flight and no one will come around Past illusions of love now buried tears will drown the soul life but a constant nightmare dark, evil and cold I at times still ponder what if, or what could be and keep my heart in solitary confinement and bask in self misery. TEA BV 4-2-00 |
Additional Notes:
On Ravens wings-pride is no more than a dark empty feeling.
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