Miserable Girl
19 November, 2002
Author: Mary McNamara
my world is black, dark and cold
my soul and my heart by the devil they were sold,
i want to walk away from this horrid palace
i want to be happy not humble
but my biggest fear is while walking away ill tumble,
ill fall into a black hole dark, deep and cold then ill realize,
its all so familiar this isnt my getta away this is my torture
for wanting to leave what was given to me
i am not a person i have no heart or soul,
i will no longer try harder
for what u havent realized is im the devils daughter
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| anonymous (168.190.200.34) -- Friday, October 22 2004, 02:50 pm u r a good writer!!!!!!!1 |
| nikki (168.190.200.34) -- Friday, October 22 2004, 02:57 pm yoi home gurl nikki! (snipped) |
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