Author: EarthFire


depresson rips through my heart like the cold sharp point of a dart every tear that comes fom me is like evey broken branch of a sickly tree as every heart beat draws closer to the end the pain of a knife becomes more of a trend as the need for it becomes stronger every day all these dark feelings will never go away


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Christopher Daniel ( -- Saturday, June 3 2006, 01:09 am

not bad

its not bad
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