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by Emily Jan 12, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
So many people, need some freedom. no place to move, no air to breathe. his glory, slipping away. everything bad, haunting my dreams. what makes me happy, never seems right. my morals, sinking between my fingers. emptyness has filled my body, no one hears my words. i'm like the teacher, that no one likes. sitting at the table, no one comes to talk to me. i'm sitting alone, no one sees what's really going on.