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by ashlee Dec 5, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
We suffer everyday, what is it for These crimes of illusion, are fooling us all And now I am weary and I feel like I do Itâ??s only you, who can tell me apart And itâ??s only you, who can turn my wooden heart The size of our fight, itâ??s just a dream Weâ??ve crushed everything I can see, in this morning selfishly How weâ??ve failed andd I feel like I do Itâ??s only you, who can tell me apart And itâ??s only you, who can turn my wooden heart Now that weâ??ve chosen to takall we can This shade of autumn, a stale bitter end Years of frustration lay down side by side And itâ??s only you, who can tell me apart And itâ??s only you, who can turn my wooden heart Itâ??s only you, who can tell me apart And itâ??s only you, who can turn my wooden heart
by asia[imperfection] is alone in the world
This is a really good poem keep it up asia