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by rene Feb 7, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
There killing me my pain makes them smile my screaming makes them laugh yet you stand there watching saying nothing watching as they torture me I ask myself why you were always there you were always kind but know you stand there with a blank stare as if I'm not there I scream out your name but you still don't see your standing right there and I'm dieing here