Time

by tanya   Jun 19, 2005


''time is ticking
it's precious to me
blinded by you
cant you see,
you think I'm fine
when you pressure me
I'm giving up
i have to flee.
i leave you a note
but i cant say
how hard it was
to live each day
and how bad i felt
for cutting away
time to go
i cant stay''.
that's what she said
wrote down on paper
they found her dead
two hours later.

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