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The Last stop
written by cryptic_misery08:42 PM 6/18/04| Hanging by one last thread, I feel empty. Whats to hold on to? I lose everything. I search through myself...blackness takes over. Knives lie around everywhere. Each one for every time I was hurt. Soon to be through my heart. My love for him is a greater amount then all the tears I'll ever shed...when will my heart...finally.....stop...... |
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WHEN WILL I DIE FROM THIS COLD CRUEL WORLD OF PAIN A MISERY?
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (6-27-2004 - 05:38 PM)
| One must go to a better place wether it be the summerplains, heaven or another belief, we will all die sometimes, it seems that you should stay alive and use what you've been through to help others, it's what i'm doing but i don't think i can carry on for much longer without decorating myself again |
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