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by Taylor Jul 20, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Smothered no way out. Doubt floods your mind. Time freezes. One life brought to an end. By that which they named sin. The knife so repulsive by their way of thinking. By now she lies dead at the bottom of a hole. In which she lies in the bed of silk. Time has now brought her life to an end. My life. My sin.