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Im Still Here

Crying, weeping, dying, and lying. The story of my life. Cutting, freaking, running, and untrying. The things i used to do everynight. My life was dark with hate. I never tried to work with myself. I may have had a fate, But i always seemed to loose myself. All the things come back that i could not face, lost people i love, and moving to a new place. my eyes are red from crying, i truly miss you soo. Im sick of loved ones dying. it seems my life is at a new low. the one i love left me, and all our memories die, I dont see how my friends agree, They dont know the story, between him and I. I tried to run from life, With a friend by my side. i began to have strife. then tighter the string tied. so here i am still sitting Crying and complaning.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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