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by Monica C Jan 13, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
In a dark room lives me, Hoping my final move will set me free, Grasping the blade tight in my fist, Fountains of blood burst frm my wrist, And what was once a day turns into a night, I fall into darkness and my soul takes flight.
by nicole
Very good, i understand it completely