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by Ellieh Apr 2, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I am the forsaken born from fire created by ice loved by the wind taught by mother earth I am the forsaken destined to roam the world alone No place to call my own No one place that is my home The scars on my wrists tell of my isolation my pain of being alone I am the forsaken taking lives as i go Being like the wind always coming and going