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by yasmin Feb 17, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
That day, the same sad day was the day you slipped away every night i go to sleep and think of you but i know your gone i must obey six days later my heart is dead lying depressed crying blood on my bed I walk in the bathroom and see what Ive became but the little lost girl inside said its not a game I sit on the floor and get a knife and thiking of what was that strife tears dripp down my face cutting my wrists, forgetting bout the human race Sitting down crying looking at the mirror saying to my self who is that girl that little girl with the golden curls i look behind me and there you are and i know your my shining star.