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The Eleventh Hour

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Forgottenangel777

Published: Apr 22, 2009

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Hello,
Everyone.
Listen
Please:

My time is in the
Eleventh hour.

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My life is spinning out of control.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore...

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Shadowdhrt

Jul 6, 2009

If you need someone to talk to, all you have to do is drop a note. Things are always darkest before the dawn, Sometimes we need a little help to see thru to the light

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