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by Ana Oct 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I will find a way to heal myself, alone. Depending on another, I will be cursed, gone. Only I can heal the pain inside my soul before anyone tries to steal the peace of being alone. I try to trust, to believe once more but everyone fails I stand alone, broken core. All I’m left with is pain as I meet my end alone standing in the pouring rain my soul is numb, hope is lost.