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by ♥ no_one_knows ♥ Dec 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
O Ana, my angel, lead me to perfection. Please help me to no longer, Fear my reflection. Though you scare me so much, I love you just the same. From you I'm quickly learning, that beauty isn't a game. You now control my thoughts; you're taking over my head. Sometimes pushing me so hard, I wish I were dead. I want to be light as a feather; I want to float in the air. I'll do anything you ask, about the pain I just don't care.