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by x-Emma-x Jan 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Alone she lay, gone from this world, yet her spirit to stay. Once near, now gone this was my fear A sense of peace, in a chaotic scene means my heart bleeds Uncontrollably I sob and stare numb, wishing from this scene I could flee Yet something kept me here, half against my will, but I could feel her near Ever close yet always far away, dead because of her over-dose.