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by Kristin Oct 19, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Isolated in deep thoughts that appear in my darkest hour, They stack up so rapidly & undetected that they seem to tower. Loosing myself that I can’t stand it anymore, You’d think that my heart had broken or tore. Trapped, alone, no way out of this prison cell, How can I escape my own living Hell? My soul within me has almost died out trying, The only thing I have left is my eternal crying.