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She promises herself
It'll be just one more time -
I'm sick of dieing Tired of feeling pain
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Roots dig into
the treacherous earth -
my lungs burn.
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I stand, / On this lonely road, / Paved with sand, / And dirt and stone. / Fires rage all about, / But no heat can reach me, / I want to shout, shout it out, / For I am sad, and angry. / This i
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I'm sorry mom. / I can't be there, / when Steven learns to walk. / I wish I could watch you smile again, as you used to do. / I'm sorry da
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Convulsing on the floor,
and you begged for this.by OctobersCynicPlan 42 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 22 8:36 PM 2007. In Death, Dieing, Mistrust, Undieing Lust, Misfortune, Comatose beggings. -
Blood and love;
We've lost them both.by OctobersCynicPlan 21 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 15 9:19 AM 2007. In Death, Dieing, Mistrust, Undieing Lust.
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