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by izzy Feb 9, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
Those little whispers, They strike at your mind, Leave scars like sharp spurs, Why can't people just be kind? Those little whispers, They are like a plague, Those fast, painful blurs, Leaving me vague. Those Little whispers, Rumours they are, They aren't honours, They leave a deep scar. Those little whispers, Why can't they stop, End the toxic vapours, Why can't they just drop? Those little whispers, Turn into shouts, Babbles and slurs, Have your doubts! Those little whispers, They can disappear, You can stop this curse, You can end the fear.