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by abby Nov 5, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The sky is crying A lonely tear I live everyday In a state of fear Not knowing why Or how I got here As time passes by I look into the mirror (I look into a mirror? Could change it) The image I see Isn’t really there For that it is me That I can’t really see By just looking into A broken old mirror