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by HollywoodSmile Sep 2, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Lying on the floor red turning to black dying behind that door no way of coming back there was no way of foretelling this no way of knowing we were just kinds i see her body convulsing in pain a part of me knows this is better than living in shame dying to get high and begging for death there was know way of seeing thats how it would end theres no way that we used to want this but if i said that id be a hypocrite i see her face twisted in emptiness we couldnt have known that was the rest