Fruit Salad for the Soul: That night

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Saturday, February 10, 2007

That night

You with the firm hold are squeezing the last ounce of breathe I have out of my body, but you hold me down, keeping my thoughts imprisoned you haunt me, taunt me, overpower me night and day I try to hide away from your power I'm powerless to your strength then, when you held me down and I could not... Sign in to see full entry.

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