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by marilyn marti Dec 22, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Below sinners hand lies a burned and tortured land between the glasses and rivers so deep cries a lost child inside of me and over the hills a desperate heart cries while she hears of burdens and lies the pain is being thrown at her and shes not strong enough but people dont understand that her feelings make the foolish days rough so she walks on barefoot searching for refuge but nobody wants her, they think her tears are an excuse so she cries on looking for the answers but even the memories seem to confuse and haunt her this girl is a lost reverie if only she'd had hope and finally see..... suddenly I wake up I gasp to my belief I realize that this life was just a dream....a dream I live everyday. please rate?
by benneth
that's pretty deep man