Erin Hipp Biography

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The wind blows as the night sky tells a story full of stars,
we walk and listen to the blissfull trees wisper their story of the many years it has been around,
As the night mist lays ever so softly the mist invites us to come back as soon as possiable,
As you and I walk hand and hand the moon light subsides above our heads,
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My eyes leak to find what they seek/
When they lay sight on what they seek, They widen and dry out/
When I talk my words come out like the river I cried for many days/
Why did I want you home soo bad, is it the way we talk, laugh, play/
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As I lay, my chest Raises and rises again/
My mind is heavy, I feel it will bust open, The pain is so great, to cut open and bleed out, I would never feel this, this pain would make me more sinnister/
My eyes dry and my heart hardens, My blood runs as cold as the Alantic on a cold December Night/
My soul is as ugly as you and her/ And my conversation is as fake and shallow as the Bi*ch you lookin at/
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