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by Ngairini Pollett Aug 31, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Every time I cry I think of what you did how you left me with these scars when I was just a kid I think of what you said every second of the day I was so young and happy until you took it all away Now I wish I had an angel to wash away the pain I'd give everything I have to never hurt again.