untitled 08-18-07 Broken wings seem to be the things we always try to fly with The lies I speak, I'll take with me, they'll be the ones I die with Sooner or later, I don't know? Heaven or hell, where will I go? Life and limb, I sacrifice too many times I've rolled the dice too many feelings I've gotten involved way too many mysteries that have now been solved is forgiveness written? I hope so... will love be forever? Close your eyes, go to sleep maybe tomorrow we'll know... Izzy...
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