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by Becky Jan 30, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Dark nights, piercing stares, long nights, cold glares, dark rooms, piercing words, long pauses, cold hearts, these phrases are all familiar in my mind my days are long and filled with hate this i can confirm till i walk through the final gate I don't know how long this will be but everyday is too long for me
by **Stacy**
Great poem 5/5