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by Virginia Oct 5, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She missed the signs, I gave her when, I need her the most. All I can do now, is sitting in the never fading darkness, surrounded by monsters. Waiting for her to return. Maybe, one day she'll realize, she was the cause of, what I became. My cold heart beating, in the black rainy night, waiting for her love.
by Independence Forever
Nice, very nice, keep working hard your servant: atticus