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by flutterflies Jan 5, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Want to run, Want to hide, Need a place, In which to reside. No such place, Does exist, Although it’s a Thought I can’t resist. Here I am, Trapped and cage, Saddened, And full of rage. End the pain, Need a release, These feelings, Need to cease. Please end my, Suffering, And take away, What is destroying, Me.