#544579 added October 26, 2007 at 1:41am Restrictions: None
In The Silent
hours of night, we hear our hearts beating, wondering of death and how soon it comes to our door, how easily it takes us and how all those burned bridges we created will never be mended before we meet our God. Never to be welded. Never to be crossed or known, and so we hold quiet the feelings of pain and swallow pills of acid, in knowing, for them, Tomorrow will never come.
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