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by Rebecca Dec 19, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Slice it long, slice it thin make it perfect, so you'll win. your right of way, decisions yours' no on to stop you, never again bored. blood running thick, dripping on the floor im not going to stop, all i want is more. tears of sorrow, cold as ice i give up, im done playing nice. living in hell just isn't fair my souls' slowly fading to who knows where. im falling faster then i've ever known feelings of love never to be shown.