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Loves aging on me never having some one who trully loves me alwayse feeling this rage like poison running through me like hot boiling water on a stove sizzeling and poping shooting up steam. loves aging . if only love could be placed in a bottle if only love could come visit me in the next few hours just maybe thes chains of fear and ropes of pain will release me from this mind frame love is forever aging two thousand years has passed love is still hidden and protected from me by bullet proof glass yet love is aging and now im dead only my spirit lives to say what was going on in my head love is forever dyeing. by reginald knight ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My Song
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Updated: Tuesday, 28 June 2005 11:02 AM
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Updated: Tuesday, 28 June 2005 11:02 AM
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