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by Kayla Oct 6, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Broken torn bleeding red, Ripped apart, mind filled with dread, Love to one, hate to another, yet here i stand trying to clear my head. Thumping barely pounding my blood hits the floor, so i reach for the door. I scream in agony but make no sound. Yet no one sees me hit the ground. By, Kayla