I am cursed
By Midian
TERROR WITHIN,TERROR WITHOUT. DEVILS DANCE UPON MY SOUL. THE WELL IS EMPTY,EATEN BY DROUGHT. I CAN NO LONGER FIND MY HOPE. FEAR CHILLS ME TO THE BONE. SWEATING,TURNING OVER AND OVER. I WAKE UP STILL ALONE. NO LOVE IN MY LIFE,SO EMPTY. NO CAUSE,I HAVE NO STABILITY. SPINNING DOWN THE VORTEX. HOW DID I AQUIRE gODS ENIMITY? WILL MY CURSE EVER BE LIFTED?Your just a copy of an imitation Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 03:21 PM PST, Shayne Robert Nelson 18 • 0 • 1
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"TERROR WITHIN,TERROR WITHOUT...."