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As he lays on the floor,
She doesn't want him anymore...
She walks out the door,
and sinks, into the core
Depression, no feelings, forever more,
no heart to beat, no memories sweet,
She cannot tweet, nor twidle
she could not even play a little,
depression is catching, the wind,
she forever, wants it to end!
her mind cannot bear, insanity,
But her head, It cannot feel into reality...
no more heat in her cheeks, its all, so ever meek,
And now, her head is so weak,
Drifting down the tunnel, There is no light at the end,
Her head, it will not bend to figure out,
Her body always will have doubt,
Down the tunnel we go, drifting so we end.
As will I, I must leave.
Toribash is getting to be the main thought in my life, I've got to leave it, Good bye guys.
These are the last replays I worked on, Not sure if you guys want them for anything, but here they are.
Last edited by Tim; Mar 16, 2011 at 01:40 AM.