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by Alexandra Aug 24, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You laughed when I cried, You lived when I died, You sought after love I never left behind. The tears they came, As I cut my vein, But you thought I was just playing a game. I remember that night, When we got in a fight. Would I survive? You thought I might. Now I'm looking up at you, Tears? There are few. Even hell will be better than what you put me through.-Alexandra