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Post by ladydragonrider on Jun 28, 2005 23:00:22 GMT -4
In her room,
She would always hide.
Afraid to live;
Afraid to die.
Rocking back and forth,
Her arms around her knees.
Crying aloud,
With the grim reaper she would plead.
Her friends did not know,
Nor did she want them to.
Long has she suffered...
But no one ever knew.
Tears of hate,
A feeling she often knew.
Tears of pain,
Something she'd always felt.
Everyday.
And then one night,
She ended her pain
With just the stroke of a knife.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 29, 2005 11:17:04 GMT -4
Wow, I like this one. Good job.
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