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by Heather K Matilda Oct 12, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
When I am broken Alone & bent This thing- I just can't place it.. This recurring evasive. In me, There's something wrong-- My all,My entity, Hath! consumed in suffering... For which, Cannot be recalled. Scattering Thy Existence & Thou Fate- All on my own.
