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by fearose Jun 30, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Cross my heart and swear to die Etch my ankles bare and dry Marks of memories overlapped Lines of my sadnessfully mapped Blood lines trail, wrists intact That I promise is a fact My ankles sore, my heart torn After doing what I once had sworn Kiss my lips and cast me away Please don't leave, I'm here to stay After you heard of my bloody sin You reconsidered once again