She was beaten every day by cold words and fists
Bruised and blistered by thrashes and hard hits...
As I walk down the halls and wonder why..I see my...
She began to sit on the floor with three items
Putting them in a half circle around her...
Laying on my cold bed
Staring at the sky...
I could feel the water in my eye,
The day you said your final goodbye...
Life is there to live,
Life is there for love...
The end is near,
can't u hear...
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31 CUTS LAY UPON MY WRISTS...
Nothings stopping me but myself now,
I'm staying after school...
Tears of rage stroll down my cheeks.I can't be...
This feels costly, I'm so very low. its better to...
~*~ R.I.P ~*~
Mary Grace O’Leary : March 10,1961~January...
The time has come to say good bye
The clouds are filling in...