A Collection of seasonal art of all mediums and genres, and from artists of all ages and talents from well seasoned experts to beginners.
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September 6, 2008
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I'm not gonna be a puppet anymore.When you broke my heart, I cut the strings...
You were born for this. Forever forget your restraints.
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Something filled up my heart with nothing.
Someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older my heart is colder
and I can see that it's a lie.
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not a day goes by without think of you.
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Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget.
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Something filled up my heart with nothing.
Someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older my heart is colder
and I can see that it's a lie.
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Something filled up my heart with nothing.
Someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older my heart is colder
and I can see that it's a lie.
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*w*
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not a day goes by without think of you.
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