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by Gem Mar 9, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I shall kill myself upstream, So my blood gently flows, Down towards the homelands, Swirling as it goes. You will know when I'm gone, You will know when I'm dead, The water will be different, The river will run red. I will die in the water, As it will wash my troubles away, The troubles that have been killing me, Every single day. I shall die alone, Floating in the stream, Because unlike them, My life is not a dream.
by ~**~SARAH~**~
that was wonderful