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The day I stoped caring
Contributed by
razorbladerose
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Thursday, 1st May 2003 @ 01:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Let me be dead inside
I'm not a lone candle burning on your windowsill
For I no longer carry that flame for you
I finally come to realize
You were only mildew
Then one fine morning, I woke
And it stank so badly, it smelt like you
I lost myself somewhere along the way
To meeting you again
Let me calmly slip into the crowd
Without youre noticing
Copyright Jeannie T. 2003
Copyright ©
razorbladerose
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2003-05-01 01:05:00]
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Re: The day I stoped caring
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by Czarina on
Thursday, 1st May 2003 @ 10:58:33 AM AEST
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| very good write...i know what you mean, and have had a similar experience |
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