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by TheVampire Jan 7, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Violence speaks the hands- of someone who used to feel, and now they only hurt, from someone who could only steal. My mind has gone crazy- having visions oh so real, misunderstanding and no caring- maybe I just met the devil a deal. Grasp my wrist and pull- take me away from here. I have trapped myself again- the end is always so near. The light used to be so dim, and now the brightness- I cry, I have waited so long for this, but all I do now is sheild my eyes.