Never

by breanna   Feb 11, 2006


As she prays to god she longs to be with that one precious boy that had once called her his baby girl and sang to her

he has no idea how much she is in love with her

he dosent no she cries herself to sleep everynight and that she slides the cool blade across her wrists cutting deeper hoping this will ease the pain and leave her as a ghost haunting his everymove

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