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Stalker

Lonely RoadFeeling like I don't fit inLonely Road
Not knowing where to begin,
Or where to start
When I'm falling apart.
Did I really get that afraid
Of being hurt and betrayed
That I shut myself down
And can't turn myself around?
I don't want to be sad
Or sit around wishing I had,
But how do you reach out
When no one knows what you're about?
Temple of Dawn
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You must wheather the storm to see the rainbow.
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Clicky [link]
And now my Portfolio! [link]
PLEASE RATE THEM!!! [link]
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
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You must wheather the storm to see the rainbow.
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The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
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