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by Stephanie Kane May 14, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I live this pain no more I lift the gun and start to squeeze my tears shall flow, as red as a rose I don't hear the shot or taste the slug I just ....Then....No more I shall leave a rose instead of a note If you cared , you might understand!!
by Baby Rainbow
Exclelent idea, well done on this xx