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by Allanah Asphyxia Oct 6, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Thunder Pulses Through These Veins, Will I Ever Be The Same? Eyes Become Black, And Full Of Grim Death. Tired Of This Empty Soul. Falling Into An Endless Hole. End This Pain, In My Chest. Please, For Once, Just Let Me Rest.
