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by JoyAnn Mar 16, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
Beneath the layers of paint and plaster under the new and yet so fake cover the dents Ive made out of anger and rage when i had flown too far from my cage carried away, i continued to punch each with more energy till i heard "crunch" i had reached the door and broken it right through my fingers were bleeding and my knuckles were too look back at the wall, the blood, then the door i screamed and i cried as i fell to the floor.