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by Rachael Jun 13, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Being shot at like a prisoner, Hurting from the inside out, Like a hole burning in a pit, A fire ignited so long ago. Never thought of nor forgotten, Just left to smolder within, Among the many scorched ashes, Left from past experiences. I'm now invisible from it all, Someone's scratching my heart out, Help me now, I need your help, Get the stretcher quick, soldier down.