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by Beautiful Chaos Aug 27, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
The words she spoke were of crystal blue sadness Droplets of ocean falling from her trembling lips The horror in her eyes screamed at me Begging me to take this tragedy as my own As her fear grew I could see the rage Flowing from her tongue like crimson swords Sharp and bloody meant to hurt But all they exhumed was pity Deep guilt I knew would follow me Until I found something just as cruel to replace it