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by DyingWithin Jul 25, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She can't find the pieces, Her puzzle incomplete, Scars lay on her wrist, Thorns embedded in her feet. Once a beautiful angel, Beauty hidden by a lie, She took a shot to the head, Devils laughed and angels cried. What had caused this tradegy? Blood splattered everywhere, No more tears could be seen, For they were hidden by her hair. And so this is her fairytale, One that's rather sad, It's of an angel who had laughed, Even though her times were bad.