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by Astoria Dec 12, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Take my hand, we'll go chase down a falling star. the whisper in the wind calls to me... You let your life spill over me. Blocking the surface. I suffocated under you. Who said I ever cared? No surprise. You could always see through me. I always have cared... thats my problem Bathed in light...the pain is never-ending. I retreat back to darkness. The dark consumes me but yet, I feel numb. As if morphine was running through my veins… I can’t feel. Scrub me of your touch Burn me from your embrace Erase me from your memory. Whatever you do I won’t forget. You are the only reality in my mind.