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by Monique Seidler Apr 2, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I cannot sleep. I lie awake. Praying death it's toll will take. I cannot live this life no more. I'm sick of hurting and being sore. I cannot handle me without you. For you made all my dreams come true. No it's all bad. I'm there again. But you're not coming to rid my pain. I cannot sleep. I lie awake. Praying death it's toll will take. And if I do not wake come day, know it's your fault I am this way.