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by Vanessa Jan 19, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Broken and dying. Without a soul. A bleeding heart, that was once whole. Forgotten dreams. Stabbed and thrown. Trying to make it, and survive on it's own. Empty and lost. Never to be found. Wet cold tears, hitting the ground. She went away. She didn't see. That leaving her life, meant killing me.