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by Miss Megan Apr 23, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Scream my name, Make the blood spill. We both crave it, But I'm waiting still. I'm bottled up inside, I have nothing left to say. Say its my fault, I'm always there to blame. Everything is wrong, It'll never be alright. Why should I live, When all I want is suicide?