My pride suffers from a multitude of unpardenable heartache and sin.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Pain Chapter 2 Verse 1
Tears flow hard like rain Dustin's dead and the pain He was running I am burning They were hiding I am learning The truth is cunning Hope was his vice Escape was the price I feel empty and shady Sorrow is my loving lady
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