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by Jenna Balkin Apr 12, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Lying on my bed... Wishing I was dead... The words that you said to me, are going through my head... There's nothing I can say, that will make them go away, and so I sit here thinking, on another thoughtless day... Will I get to you, just in time, before it is too late? Do you have the patience, long enough to wait? Getting to you, before your gone, will be my only fate... So in a way... Today, Today, just another thoughtless day...