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by Rose Lorraine Mar 2, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Every word slithers just above your bare neck nibbles on your ear makes sure you are his and in check dead and gone like a vessel so hollow and breathless engraved stone features every move wreckless dead and gone up and down the streets he walks pride and trust gone nothing left everytime near so filled with lust dead and gone rejcted and pained slit wrists and razors never precautious now hurting himself with tazors dead and gone lonely and torn frees the mind with a slash of the knife never felt so blind dead and gone dead and gone hollow body drained of blood society so snotty dead and gone