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I could taste them. I could taste the rage, the agony, the hatred. I could taste the love of a mother, slowly leaving me… One small drop at a time. And it drove me crazy, as I took a step Cars racing past me, no one would have time to think Soon I would be ‘that girl’, The girl who couldn’t take it The girl who ended it all But as I began to take the last step Head pounding now Mind dull They stopped me As much as I wanted to believe that it was over As much as I wanted to believe that I couldn’t feel, That I couldn’t live They proved I could I was drowning now, But I managed to escape The taste of my tears Bringing me back to reality.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
Tears
I could taste them. I could taste the rage, the agony, the hatred. I could taste the love of a mother, slowly leaving me… One small drop at a time. And it drove me crazy, as I took a step Cars racing past me, no one would have time to think Soon I would be ‘that girl’, The girl who couldn’t take it The girl who ended it all But as I began to take the last step Head pounding now Mind dull They stopped me As much as I wanted to believe that it was over As much as I wanted to believe that I couldn’t feel, That I couldn’t live They proved I could I was drowning now, But I managed to escape The taste of my tears Bringing me back to reality.
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aisling-obrien
American
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
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