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Post by LouiZe on Apr 20, 2004 11:55:38 GMT -5
Let her fall again Let her mind fly, Turmoil of anxiety She's not worthy of love or warmth Abandon her soul Little child beyond reach She fights the tears Another battle lost They slump to the floor Let her blend with the shadows Let her hold this blade And tease the snowy skin Caressing all the hurt That was built within Let the crimson rivers flow Let her fall again Relieve the pain Slowly she glides To that bedroom floor The same room Which used to save her; Her eternal grave Where she will be forgotten She surrendered herself To her demon depression Let her breath her last Awaken her not For I am the mirror That speaks my reflection
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Post by bloodredtears on Apr 22, 2004 0:05:13 GMT -5
wonderful piece..i can feel a sort of desperation in this along with the depressing...
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