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mikeslover1990

Published: Sep 22, 2007

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you are the heaven to my hell
you are the angel, i am a demon
i'm a sinner, you're a saint
i am darkness; you are light
we do not belong in each others worlds
so we find a middle ground
Earth

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just something i wrote basicly a demon n an angel in love must find a place where they can be together...Earth

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