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by Amanda Dec 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I am like a mystery waiting to be unfolded I hide my pain so no one can see what the end must be. I see a shine in the corner of my eye I take the razor from the shelf and think"what am i doing to myself?" As a tear rolls down my cheek I think of the life that i used to seek But my time is done the pain has won.