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Fatal Injection

Remember the good days? We were just kids We fought all the time But were always good friends We'd always have fun We'd play games all day Those were the good days What can I say? You are my sister My flesh and my blood My gift from God From the heavens above You mean more to me Than a bat or a ball You were always there for me To catch me when I fall Now it's your turn I must help you You're lost and confused You don't know what to do You've sold your soul And now you're in pain Now you'll do anything You're going insane Your body is ravaged Your mind is fried You need to get help But you haven't even tried You need to find yourself The person within Help yourself now Before you can't win I remember the old you The one with no fear Have you seen yourself lately? Take a look in the mirror Maybe you will see Maybe you will care This is hell in the making And I cannont bare Find yourself now Get out of this nosedive You must find your center Or you will never survive

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Date: 3/15/2009 2:16:00 PM
im charmaine from malta,i love this poem and the message its sending,hope she finds herself,hope she always finds help from stronger people,hope they"ll be there for her
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