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by Stacy Mar 5, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Take this knife of hatered place it gently in my heart. for it is made of precious glass my whole world has fell apart. I want nothing more than to be taken from this world it's full of pain and hatred. and the tourture of lost souls Take this blade of solitude watch my pain spill out. you thought you knew my everything. with you I had my doubts. Theese tears you see run down my face are tears of blood red satin lace.