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by Sheep May 22, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
She sits alone in a gnarled tree her shattered face, no one can see a single tear drips down her cheek a loving hug is what she seeks just some one to care not to glare but i guess its hopeless to try and get rid of this stress so off she'll jump her head hits with a thump the blood flows out of her smashed head her broken heart, oh how it bled and no one could have stopped her.