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by LKA Oct 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A pretty little girl, In a big and ugly world, She doesnt know what to do, Up and down shes hurled. Her deep secrets, And surfacing past, Its not the first time shes cried, Certainly not the last. We're here for her, But she doesnt know, How much we care for her, Just doesnt seem to show. Late at night, She cuts, The pain, Is hard to shut. Maybe if she knew, I could save her, To be a best friend, Like we were. Best friends forever, Just the 3 of us, Together, Our friendship can heal the cuts.