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Above

Abandoned by love, undone by my crimes, a life unlived, seen by an unseeing mind,
does an unborn heart still feel the pain of first love?, how far is to high to see ourselves from above,
An empty room full of things, the baggage of our lives, the stuff that dreams are made of,
the hoarder of our lies,

forsaken, abandoned, unbreathing and undone, the truth is understanding, for there is only one.
Nailed for my sins, imprisoned for my crimes, if i could i would go back, and die a thousand times.
Written by jenniferjoy (ross l)
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