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by Hannah Oct 1, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You killed thy soul, And it shal never be replaced. I will never think the same way I did. When I think of thy soul, It let's me go, And let's me fall. I hate how you think of me now. You killed my soul, It shal never be replaced. I shal also never change my mind. Thank you my broken soul.