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by my blue eyes cry Nov 9, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Cut goes the knife as it rips through her veins. Blood pours down her arms and her tears drown all the fears that suppress her soul. Free at last, spiraling down to the hell that dooms her, the darkness has come and the light is suffocated. All that's left is the soft sound of air being expressed by the lungs as life is drained from her body.