My Guitar

My Shadowtears run down my cheeks as i cry in pain i want so much to become fully saneMy Shadow
my heart is becoming torn as time ticks by i want her to be there everytime i cry
life pulls me in and strikes me hard i have no seen marks but i am deeply scarred
my wings are tearing my heart is becoming cold i see the darkness coming in me it will hold
i feel demons around me clawing left and right i am becoming weak it is hard to fight
i want to be with her i want her gentle touch i love her so dee
meek the moogle
Devious Comments
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\"I give you this knife to cut your own destany\" old woman in leather rags. \"Umm..Gran gran this is a butter-knife\" me. \"Oh it dosnt have to be sharp to cut threw your destany, and to make way to your dreams\" gran gran.
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