Untitled 4, by Zanna |
Torn heart Blood pours And all around Salty wind soars Ripped out From my chest The beating stops And I lay to rest I see myself Laying there Helpless, but life Has never been fair I've stopped now I don't exist But, oh well It's probably best |
Posted: 2006-03-08 20:13:24 UTC |
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2005-12-03 22:39:26 | waterlily |
i share your sentimeant myself |