The wind is blowing

by Lauren   Oct 22, 2007


The wind is blowing
someone is knocking at the door
someone is screaming
help help i am dieing with wounds and cuts on me
wishing she was dead
wishing sum1 loved her
wising sum1 could see who she really was
wishing that sum1 would actually care about her
wishing sum1 could save her from herself befor its to late
wishing everything and anything would be ok
wishing sum1 sumday would come and help her release all the anger and hatred and set her free for once in her life
the wind is blowing

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