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by ElizabethE Apr 22, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Her broken heart her broken soul The things she fells no one knows. She hides her pain along with her fears because these things bring her to tears All her secrets that she keeps are washed away as she weeps With the knife the blood flows this she does no one knows her broken soul her broken heart these are the things that tear her apart i wrote this during our TAKS tests please rate and comment
by David
This is a great poem 5/5
by ElizabethE
thanks