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by Broken Angel Sep 29, 2004 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I'm starting to slip I'm slowly losing grip I don't think i cant take this anymore I wont be here to linger much more My world is dark and cold Will i be here to grow old? I'm growing weary My eyes are teary So as i start to slip And i let go of your grip I start to fall from all the violence I look around and its totally silence......