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by Lexie May 29, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Black ruffled hair Skin so fair Cold soulless eyes A gateway to all the lies Fake smiles The guilty on trial Your love is that pill That makes her ill Her head hanging down Something escaping her lips;a small sound Starts with a small whimper And soon becomes a sob Her pride she tries to keep All the hurt she has;it's so deep Her dignity you try to take away But her courage grows with each passing day