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by claire Aug 11, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
I took your hopes, i took your dreams, i crushed them with my heart, i prayed to God that they would die, so you didn't fall apart. The memories that you kept with you, didn't seem to fade, so i tried to trample over them, again, again i prayed. Your mind still kept a file, of everything you saw, i counted 'till i saw the anger, one, two, three, four. It all came flowing out of you, from deep within your soul, and all i ever thought was that, prayers dug me a deeper hole.