Saturday 23 January 2010

A Small Tear

A small tear rolls from my eye, as my body slowly says goodbye.
its Given up and nows the time, i can no longer fight the fear from the crime.
i Cant cope with the thoughts and the visions, and i cant make any sensible decisions.
i Want to give up - i dont want to cry, but i cant help it - i just want to die.

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