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by Jenn Dec 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My tears dry up words That were never spoken Her screams muffle The question, "Why?" I stand by the window In an empty room And wonder how quiet It will be when I die I bet that the rain Can extinguish a fire So silent and cold Silver on gold Does anyone see How perfect it can be I wish she had seen But now she's too old