Reaching out to touch you,
a hand in need.
Guardian Angels were are you?
A girl needs you
a struggle of desolation.
A fight against that razor
a fight against herself.
And every night she prays
that the next day won't be that bad.
A black abyss.
But the very next day her heart is pounded away,
as another bruise spots her skin.
He writes poetry to hide his
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you will rule your life with your belief, i tell you, i believe)
why is it that you're hurting? write me a message if you want to, pretty lady;)
PS You feel the coming of spring? some of my friends here on LJ are like so changing their attitudes....) awesome....)
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