Dec 23, 2004 20:45
This place, it's dragging me down
These people, they suffocate me
Nobody to talk to
Nobody to hold
I stumble
I fall
I shatter
I crumble
Into a million pieces
If I had something
Something silver
And hard
And cold
Yet comforting
I would use it
To colour my clouded world
With crimson delight.
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i hope you have a good holiday, beautiful.
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I hate holidays.
*hug*
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