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"Mickey" by Blacken_Heart

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I hear your voice, In the woods
Your calling out my name
But it's really cold, dark, and damp
And still I feel, I'm to blame

So I find myself,
A stone to sit on and cry
For I'm afraid of the woods
I think I might fail and die

You yell out "don't worry"
And " I love you baby" too
Soo I get off my Stone,
I know what Now I have to do.

Althought I'm really scared
I Start to walk then run
I fall hard on the grond
And see no one

I Scream out your name
But I don't hear a thing
I fall to my knees
And I keep yelling

It;s starting to get really cold
And I can feel the rain
But for some reason I start to smile
I guess I feel no pain

Now I know why you let me free
For all the feelings I did not show
I'm sorry, Baby, I'm soo sorry
But I understand, I have to let go.




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On Monday October 31st, 2005, An Expired Member (33) writes:
oh, very nice... your style is very similar to mine... well, the way i write most of the time... :)



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