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scars
written by DeaD_DyinG_PaiN07:04 PM 11/27/04| This scars have me afraid of what will happen next. I cant help but stare at my own doing to my body. No mom don’t grab my arm its nothing I fell in a brush yeah I know mom I need to stop acting like a boy. This rain just keeps on falling down hard on me and its even harder to get back up I want my life back to the way it was. Long levees and long pants to cover up my deep scars. Save me I want to live but cant seem to face the pain. On this non-toxic day I feel the tears follow away on to your grave. He cant even see me its going to be okay count to ten and breath push your self on. I’m getting tired of telling myself to get up every time I fall. what is this is it me or is it you I just want to get away if I could erase this person if I could erase me I would be happy. In a glass box away from light and man kind. My fears you can not see but I fear you I fear that you will leave me like the rest…. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by sheded_tears (1-19-2005 - 08:44 PM)
| wow!!! it is very pretty and sad. i like ur work as well. well ttyl *bloody bites and kisses with razor sharp tearz* |
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