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by StandStill May 17, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Little colored lights dotting the world below i wonder why i told you wonder why you get to know Affection's so like this weather cold and giddy fresh snapping wind wipes earth clean, and nothing real is left Shattered are the broken dreams, too much like this broken heart, every day's an uphill battle, losing from the start Fingers are too shakey now, for some reason, i don't want to write, too tired, to afraid, too worthless to carry on this fight If i gave up now, would you cry over my grave? or would you curse my silent words, the silent words i never gave?