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by Belinda Jun 17, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
sit locked up in a dark room never knowing what is my doom i hear fighting downstairs the knob turns and iam scared never fed and always alone all thats left is skin and bone sometimes beaten black blue sometimes treated like poo when will i escape this place go to a different place in my mind will my dad ever be able to find his little daughter who he will unbind