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by S R P Mar 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The breath of fire searing the flesh torturing those who wish for death. Evil takes hold as darkness fills the mind a heart so cold with feelings confined. Temptation lingers near hovering over taking away all fear. Eyes of brown a heart of black the one thing wished for is the only one lacked. The inevitable is clear intentions once sincere have all gone wrong as the days grow long. And could it be that unseen is what is truly meant to be?