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by charley Apr 24, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Once you lifted me up and now you are putting me down you picked me up off the floor now you are throwing me back on the ground i thought i had the strength to stand my ground that lost little girl i thought i had found but now she wanders far into the distance not trace to be found of her lonely existence she lays in that familiar place drowning in her thoughts and once again to her old friend she resorts for the final time she takes that blade to her wrist and this time she is certain she will not be missed