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by Carissa Mitchell Oct 9, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My footsteps echod off the wall The corridor was so silent and bare There's not one person in sight What have i done? Everybody has run from me Everybody is scared of me I am even scared of myself What have i done? There's blood thats splatterd along the floor The lights are flickering on and off The dagger that is placed in my hand What have i done? What have i done?
