

InsideCrying insideInside
dying inside
Don't know a damn thing 'bout what's happening inside.
Don't know why,
Don't care why,
It don't show,
But I'm hurting inside.
Torn apart,
Ripped to shreds,
My heart is dying,
And without my heart,
I am afraid inside of me.
I tremble when
I am near you.
You are the only medicine
That can heal my heart.
If you go,
My heart will die,
and I will be afraid,
But only inside. &nbs
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The Romans did not create a great empire by holding meetings; they did it by killing all those who opposed them!
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The only people for me are the mad ones...who burn burn burn like fabulous roman candles.
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