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by Tamila Bob Sep 27, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She is full of pain finger nails painted black to match her soul She is full of anger her wrist driping red to match her twisted past She is full of hate lips are colored black to match her heart She is full of shame black cloth covers her body to match her feelings SHE HAS DEATH IT NEVER LEAVES SHE KNOWS IT'S THERE SHE CAN SMELL IT IT MAKES HER SICKcomment if you care this is my life