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by Gem Mar 7, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A never-ending cycle, Of torture and torment, A life like this Could only be hell sent. You are slowly killing me, And it appears you enjoy it all, You take pleasure in my pain, And wont stop until I fall. When I'm dead and gone, You will sadly cry, I hope you feel guilty, 'Cause you're the reason why.