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by Blood Beauty Feb 12, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Tears of a thousand children, Flooding my dreams like a river. Tears and cuts on mountains high, Ripping my dream wide open. Tears and tears, Flooded and gaped My dreams over and over. I learn to adapt. I soon will find some good. Won't I? I am overcome by thesr things. Tears and tears. Tears of a thousand children, Tears that gape wide open. I close my eyes and all this comes to be. The horror inside of me. The only thing you may see, DEPRESSION.