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by emily mackay Dec 15, 2008 category : Life, society / inspirational
Sat in a corner Cold, lost & unaware Crying into the paper But know one is there My hands start shaking You start debating thoughts in your mind Looking inside your special box Never knowing what you might find The smell of cold air through the window Me, broken on the floor Thinking things through Tired of trying anymore My face looks empty Like tree's look bleaker My heart feels forzen Im just getting weaker I slowly fade like a shadow Where you see me lie Unwanted, cold & alone Wondering if il die.