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by Ryan C Feb 9, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
Sneaking out of bed, Nothing in her head, Yet still she could outsmart, The feeling in her heart. Knowing it was wrong, Knowing it was bad, She left the boy alone, Killing the love that she forbad. Her life was like a clock, A constant metronome, Ever since her dad, Abandoned her already broken home. In broken homes and dirty secrets, She had lost everything but health, But the only thing Faith ever wanted, Was to find herself.