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The night weeps. The night weeps.
Leaving me to suffer like a misfit. Incapable of love. Cowered of losing my heart again. Leaving me to suffer like a misfit. Incapable of love. Cowered of losing my he...
Her punches earned her respect, Though hardly love. Her punches earned her respect, Though hardly love.
Sometimes it hurts, Your speech and Your silence that follows. Sometimes it hurts, Your speech and Your silence that follows.
Does hope exist? Does hope exist?