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by Oh Sweet Calamity   Mar 20, 2005


Lonely
But never truly alone
Miserable
Lingering in misery
Tired
Tired of living
Afraid
Afraid to love
Useless
Not needed
Un loved
Never good enough
Horrified
Afraid of this horrid world
Cruel
Cruel to herself
Loved
Once loved, only once
Cold
Growing colder in the night
Sad
Saddened by her presence
Disappointed
Expected to much
Worried
Afraid of betrayal
Nervous
Scared of whats to come
Jealous
Of what she doesn't have
Anxious
Can't wail any longer
Tick Tick.....
The clock ticks
BOOM
The trigger has been pulled
The bullet has penetrated her mind and soul, ending her mis fortune
Happy
Happy she is gone
Excited
Excited for a new beginning
Free
For she has no troubles, she is free

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