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Post by irishtease17 on May 25, 2007 13:55:25 GMT -5
Save me from this place I no longer call my own because the stress is overwhelming that the world can condone Nobodys real, there is nobody to trust Save me from this place with all of this dust It blocks my view and controls my mind I need somebody to talk to Someone I can't find Save me from this place where I am all alone this may be my house but it's not my home I just want to cry please will you hold me I just want to die please would you kill me I can't hurt myself like that and you made me want to die I can't handle this crap get me out of this trap It must hurt knowing things beforehand because all you can do is hope Save me from this place I can no longer cope there is too much pain overtaking myself these tears will never drain this depression will never go away Save me from this place I know longer call my own
Brea-Anne (You can find more of my stuff at poetry.com under Brea-Anne Garahan)
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Loki
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Post by Loki on May 31, 2007 3:53:59 GMT -5
have you written any songs?
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