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by Wings Of An Angel Dec 7, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I have no friends... Just liars... I trust no one... Now leave me alone... I'll cut the word in my wrist... The one I always meant say... The word you want me to hear... The word that will break me... I trust no one and now... the blood spells out one word... before I die alone on the floor... Sorry... Now I'm died... And this my truth....