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by Jill May 7, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You think you know me You think you can read me like a book , but you'd never guess how much I took. You'd never guess me to be high You'd never guess for me to lie You think you could determine my whole life But you'd never be the one to guess the fine line I'm treading Between heaven and Hell Between dead or alive Between how much I love and how much I despise