The marks of my sins like a beacon ahead
scarring the flesh that's already dead.
Wanting the one they all say I can't have
but I still keep on chasing, hoping to grab
reaching and longing, harsh burning need
crying so many tears, my eyes start to bleed.
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Thursday, November 1, 2007
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