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by SaveMe? May 9, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I play a game at night When my parents have gone to sleep I take you out and have a fight With my arm they//ve played too deep In P.E. the *Plastics* stare But what they don//t know is why I do I was left alone with no one to care And a broken hart left on the ground by youplease rate && comment =] i will always return the favor =] xxx