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by AngelOfFear Mar 8, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Shuffling feet Empty glares Packed to plenty Hollow air Try to push me I'll fall straight down Deafening rings From silent sounds Stench of the selfish Fills my lungs Chokes me deadly I still move on On my knees I crawl through you Find my way out So i can move
by *liZ*
5/5 awesome!
by AngelOfFear
thank you :)