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by Silver Apr 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My morbid thoughts Fly around my head In a macabre fashion. My salty tears Coat my own face As I am yet again, Thrown out of grace. My cuts that were, Are now my reminders Of the shell I have become. Those fait little lines Tell the story Of my broken soul And saddened heart.