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by rachel harris Oct 21, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A wilted flower, With no hope, Droopyness from the sarrow, Crincled leaves that werent always bold, Shriveled up decapetated from its tree, Weeping flower thats beautiful, thats red color slowly fades away, Away to a color so dead and decayed.
