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by Jessica Apr 29, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I hold back the tears, I hold back the pain, I hold back the feelings, but there's nothing to gain. There's to much at stake, I'm hanging by a limb, it's your fault I'm outnumbered, by one million. My breathing is stable, but going less and less each time, I'm falling into nothing, I'm losing my mind. I'm sick of it all, I just need my knife, the permanent solution, to my crappy as hell life.