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by Emzie Oct 23, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My angel wings are broken, So i cannot fly away, I will have to live this life, For at least another day. This life i live, Full of betrayel and lies, You probably already know, I would rather die. The many tears i have cried, Left my eyes red and sore, I really don't think, I can take much more. I wish i could tell you, Just how much i hurt, I doubt you'd even listen, Just treat me like dirt. The many times i've wished to die, But that would give you too much pleasure, Things are going to get better, Then i will be here forever.