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by StandStill Jun 14, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Little tic-tac-toe board with bitter high stakes. Little red "x"s, how many can you make? Do you see she's breaking? Tic-tac-toe, you win. Doesn't victory taste bitter when it comes with the price of sin? Pretty little letters, red, like falsely smiling lips. Built up so fragiley high, but how long before she trips? Stop branding crosses on her heart, she doesn't need you there. Pray, my dear, that the ocean comes and washes away mistakes with tender care. **To Sunshine**