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by Marlon Feb 10, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / other
Punches in my face While im digging my grave Living less day by day Sky turns grey As I close my eyes Try to hear something real Something that could make me heal But there's no sound No one arround So close to the ground I only hear my heart beating slowly and weak Just before I'm ready to die You kiss my cheek And I begin to cry A cry that will rush my pain away Day by day Because you are there Because you care
by Jessica
I love this poem :)