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by elise Mar 9, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
When is all is done and lost alone, and all us there depart, a song has sang its merry parade, that stomped all over my heart. The guns were fired into the night, I stared in lost longing awe, my life is shattered, my feathers bent, by all that I have saw. Although my strife will linger, I will not cease to begin, by life and love with food and light, I will never lose my sin. When the sun is back, and I can't see its shine, just go on and live your life, this soft sorrow is only mine.
by Natalie
Oh wow. Good job 5/5 =] - natz x0x