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by samantha Aug 24, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I walk in the shadows, which hang over me, they seem to take over, and cover me, they disguise my face, and keep me hidden, when I want to escape, they keep me here,I dream, I do, of being seen, beautiful and free, Being noticed as me, without my mask to cover my face, I feel sometimes like a flower that spreads it beautiful petals, but wilts back into the shadows as I become invincible, a person unseen, unnoticed.
by Sourav
Great work friend! Wonderfully written!
by k i k i
Awesome sam :)
by TeArS R FaLLiNg
Alot of feeling i loved it xxx