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by Robin Jun 20, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The night isn't over There's sorrow to come I need to prepare for when I'll run. But I can still flee I know where to hide Where you won't find me There are places to cry. As the shadows follow My mind races with fear I run through the nightmares in which you appear. I don't know how to say this For I have no words Don't know how to tell you I'll always be hurt The night isn't over There's sorrow to come I need to prepare for when I'll run.
by bacha
I loved it pal:):):)...keep it up:):):) khuloodan:) smile all the time:):)