hurt hides in the shadows of my soul
like he did that one fateful night
my anger protects me, you see its sword
you then think I'm rude and distant
the kid in me doesn't exist
so you think i'm no fun at all
but that kid was taken
so long ago
hurt hides in the shadows of my soul
like he did that one fateful night
my anger protects me, you see its sword
you then think I'm rude and distant
the kid in me doesn't exist
so you think i'm no fun at all
but that kid was taken
so long ago
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You're you, regrettably forced to maturity before time, the necessary resort of waiting like a cat for her prey, or else like a mouse dreading pussy's return. I can't attempt to console you since I'm not certain I'd appreciate it were I in your case. Thank you for sharing. Beautifully rendered with a haunting poignancy which reaches for the very soul. Excellent.
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