The Clock

by Bre   Nov 22, 2005


The clock strikes 12 and it's time for me to go, outside my bedroom window lost in the cold. I'll proabley die before I get where you are, but then you'll always know I never did give up and "US". The wind is so cold as it hits my milky white skin, the snow is so deep I can barley stand. I fall to my knees, knowing you don't care. And I ask myself why, and all i can think of to say is.."I love him..." with on last breath I fall dead in the snow. You have killed me...are you happy? There is no more mr, I'm done i quit. Never see me again, please the pain I can not bare any longer!

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