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by Brook Apr 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My relief is that deadly blade letting blood drip every day My relief is going to school getting away from that dreadful voice My relief is writing poetry when nobody knows what is actually going on My relief is crying all of my tears flowing freely My relief used to be you until you stopped caring My relief is the knife pointed straight at my heart... *please comment*
