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by Mari Omtvedt May 17, 2006 category : Life, society / meaning of life
I am falling in a vast holeMy life is falling apartI lost my first loveTo anotherI keep cryingWhile my mascara keeps drippingI fall asleepWith blood on bandagesFor it bleed throughI look at it in the morningRemembering how he hurt meAll I can doIs become a puppetAnd play that I am not hurtAs I keep falling in a vast hole