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by tokish Apr 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A flicker of a candle. A flicker of flame. As I put the knife to my wrist. Cut away of my misery. So lost. So broken. So hurt. A burning candle eventually will burn out. I to will burn out and die.
by silent eyes
This is a great poem ~silent eyes~