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by Megan Aug 31, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The thought of suicide always crosses through my mind every cut is even more deep but never once have i started to weep my eyes they shine bleak i used to have dreams i wished to seek the world turned me cold full of hate i cant wait til my death date you will all be sorry that turned your back because ones that loved me is what i lacked dont bring flowers dont bring sorries you got your wish i am finally leaving! trust me i am happier than you i have no one to say sorry or i love you to!