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Downer
My soul is crushed.
My mood, subdued.
I've begun to rust.
I feel unused.
It's hard to care,
When you have nought.
No one to listen
Or care for your thought.
I crave for passion.
I crave for lust.
I crave for someone
In which to trust.
My mood, subdued.
I've begun to rust.
I feel unused.
It's hard to care,
When you have nought.
No one to listen
Or care for your thought.
I crave for passion.
I crave for lust.
I crave for someone
In which to trust.
Published 12th Jul 2012
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20th Sep 2012 8:53am
20th Sep 2012 9:31am
It's not all that clever. Short, but managed to say what I wanted more or less
