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Post by brokenXangel on Jun 26, 2005 13:32:38 GMT -5
And the final door’s closed, I find it hard to breathe, Alone in the darkness of a reality too black to believe. I feel the scars of past pain, too deep to forget, Whilst slowly drowning in the blood of fresh wounds, That aren’t quite raw yet.
Battling with the thoughts eager to end it all, But struggling to grasp any crux to the brawl. With living such chore, each day so tough, I don’t know how it came to this, But I know I’ve had enough.
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Post by Aish on Jun 26, 2005 22:11:57 GMT -5
"I feel the scars of past pain, too deep to forget, Whilst slowly drowning in the blood of fresh wounds, That aren’t quite raw yet." Ghastly...
"With living such chore, each day so tough, I don’t know how it came to this, But I know I’ve had enough."...I hope this is true, no one should take this kind of abuse, ever!
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Post by DarkCloud on Jun 29, 2005 17:20:45 GMT -5
Greetings!
hope youre ok... painful situation.
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