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by Alyssa Sep 11, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Our way of coping with knowing our lives have been rocked and shaken,for our pain being mistaken. You gave me hell,and greed,and i gave you a needle to feed the need. Why on earth would this be a problem. Your so numb,i scream and cry and plead to die You run along with my words and act too civil Why on earth would this be a problem Then you tell me you will change you will just watch then leave me with the blood of guilt Your going to hurt yourself,Your going to hurt yourself. I can't believe you would kill yourself that would be the end of me. It would devour me. Oh Dear Earth,We Have A Problem.