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by Rachel Snook May 9, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Even if I act fine, Very little things are. Ending, my world is cracking down Rather than yours. You always say Things will get better, Hiding in my own sorrow Inside it’s so confusing. Nothing makes sense anymore. Giving up on me. Throwing away the secrets, Over the lies, Meaning less words, Engage my mind.