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by enfant du tordu chagrin Oct 18, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Each breath I take, it wracks my lungs In torment, bittersweet My will to live, its just too strong Its hard to keep my feet Im on the verge. of collapse This pain is just too great And I dont want to live through This time, this dire strait Im on the edge of breakdown And I am becoming manic My life it is a battlefield And Im starting to panic Though each brief taste of happiness Makes me want to live To banish from me all this pain, Theres nothing I wont give