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The sickness rushed upon him
Like a bomb had gone off {dont really like this line, it will get changed at some stage}
Destruction of all hope and respect
For what was hanging by a thread

Through your denial
I placed hope in front
And we spoke in foreign languages
That you couldn’t understand
He speaks those words to you
Like you’d never be apart
And nothing salts wounds better
Than a further broken heart

And I can’t bear to see your face
Yet I will starve for you
Until this famine takes me…
Last edited by lp_std at Feb 27, 2009,