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by John123 Feb 11, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Sacrifice religion, your soul, and yourself. Abandon sanity, love, and your health. Tears pour like rain from a cloud-filled sky, While hidden emotions rain from my eye. Rivers of blood flow in my palms. The love-line's flow whispers curdling psalms. The sounds of condemned souls live in my head. The only thing I wish now is that I were dead.