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by **dare~2~breathe** Jan 23, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A small space. Lock the door. Just in case. Stay silent, make no sound. Slide down the wall, sit on the ground. Curl up, get real small. Down so low, there's nowhere left to fall. Take one last breath. Release the pain, and welcome death. Decided by fate. never to be found, Untill I'm gone. Now it's too late.
by emile
Funktastic
by *~vampire tears~*
Cool poem. 5/5