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by Jenna Balkin Mar 2, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The liquid falling from shadowed eyes, contains 1000 words, scrambled together to create a demonic poem of depression... To cry each time, such tears of intoxication, is like pain described as continuous stab wounds to the chest... Can't sleep, for each night of terrifying dreams, will cause the next day to be a confusion of feelings, falling together to create wilderness... Wilderness, a place of disappearance, could i be anymore welcome? All that's left to do is to follow the path, to a mortal battle... Why wont you let me go?
