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by Christina Apr 7, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I like being comfortable surrounded by pillows dark in a bright room hidden by the shadows. No one can see me but I can see them listening to voices counting by ten. But no words invite me to come out and play only voices in my head have somthing to say. Nobody cares so they tell me to cry "You're screaming your loudest, now bleed yourself dry."
