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by Kimmy Dec 11, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Her wings were stained with death her heart is filled with fear she cut herself to feel OK once foe every tear she fought the pain and lies but with no despair she slit her wrists and blackened her eyes hoping death wouldn\'t fail her tears were black her heart was torn she was suicidal her wings were out worn