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Amy Kerswell

Rookie (04 06 1987 / Bath UK)


Im hurting inside
Like I have never hurt before.
My heart in to
Shattered to a million peices

I relly hurt inside
My pain rages inside.
Eating away at me.

Im really hurting
Now Im lost
In all of my pain

Submitted: Monday, July 10, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 14, 2010
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  • Rookie Barbara Terry (7/10/2006 12:03:00 PM)

    Yes and so am I girlfriend. Hurting is good as long as you can cry it out. If you think you can't cry anymore and feel you are all cried out, jsut wait because one day the flood gates will open and won't close until you have cried a billion tears...In the Zager and Evans song In The Year 2525 they say it like this...'Man has cried a billion tears, for what we never knew, no man's reign is through, ...' In The year 2525 by Zager and Evans (RCA Records-74-0174,1969) ...if you don't know this song, you should get it because they go through ten thousand years of what we as a society have beuilt and destroyed...it is so sad that people have to hurt deep inside because we feel the pain of injustice...Barbara (Report) Reply

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