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by Frida Feb 6, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Tears.. As a result of my fears I do stupid things And I can see now What that brings Needs.. I can see my soul bleeds Nothing is what it seems Though, where's my dreams? Love.. As pure as snow Is it gone? i'm really alone Hope.. I'm binded with a rope I can not pretend Is this the end?
