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Thursday, May 31, 2007
Dark deep thoughts in which i fear,
Often wishing i could disappear,
Problems I cannot bear to solve,
Wishing i was no longer involved.
I wish i could fly so far away,
From painful dilemmas I face each day,
Or curl up tightly on the floor,
To cry out all the pain, once more.
Life hardly ever seems to be fair,
And you hurt end up hurting those who care,
I often think that life would be,
A hell of a lot better without me.
DEAD.!
5/31/2007 05:58:00 PM
It's about me & you