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By Lindsay

I am tired, I am weak, I don’t want to live For there’s nothing more for me to seek. I am finished, I am through, I’m sick of living lies And believing you. I am tattered, I am worn, I refuse to push on threw For there’s no room in a heart that’s torn. I am sick, I am done, I will end it soon For I know my sadness has only begun

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May 18, 2007 00:31Angel of Music

Magnafique! I loved it!

May 26, 2007 21:40mytruth

Very real.. I like this. Great format.