

Down the AlleyDown the alley there is a story to be told... the secret and the truth are just as good as gold... only few know about this story and are not suppose to tell.. but is this good story if i dont get to yell...Down the Alley
the night was febuary 14 the day of love nothing left to see but a beautiful dove the light shown through till that cold night when everything came down nothing seemed right i walked downt he alley and came upon a pool of blood suddenly my eyes became a flood for there he layed with eyes wide open and his hand on his heart... trying to keep the thing from ripping apa

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HOBO
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It's been bothering me so much,
The way you treated me like a thing.
Isn't what you're saying now different from before?
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HOBO
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It's been bothering me so much,
The way you treated me like a thing.
Isn't what you're saying now different from before?
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In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn, and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here. The moon-shaped lamp still shines red.Goodbye...
My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl. Dir en grey- Red...(Em)
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In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn, and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here. The moon-shaped lamp still shines red.Goodbye...
My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl. Dir en grey- Red...(Em)
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HOBO
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