Dark days, by Joanne
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So much I want to say,
so much I never will,
I want to tell you all,
the hell that I live in.
What it’s like to be me,
knowing all you dread,
laying before your eyes,
wishing it were dead.
The darkness surrounds you,
swallowing happiness,
making you look a fool,
making you feel alone.
Wishing for an end,
to the sickness within,
waiting for the light,
only redemption can bring.
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Posted: 2008-03-16 23:28:58 UTC |
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