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by Wishing4perfect Nov 16, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Lines of blood, dry upon my wrist are marks of pain. lines of powder across the table are my only relief. lines of mascara down my face are cries for help lines of rope hang in my closet are my desperation lines you spoke that die in my heart are causing all this.
by DarkJem
Well done keep it up :)
by Tamsin
This was amazing seriously so well written and structured i loved it thank you so much 5/5
