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by Sarah Feb 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I wake up, the sun is not yet here. I stand up, there's a ringing in my ear. Today is my last day. I talk, but no one here to listen. I walk, as if within a vision. Today is my last day. I scream, to see if anyone cares. I fall, right down cement stairs. Today is my last day. I lay, today is my last day.