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Sep 2012
Depression is a state of mind,
But remember my dear
It is a crime...

To cut the throat of a beloved soul,
And **** the life from within the hole
Cross out the lies that left your lips,
And drink the blood with thirsty sips
Snap her bones into shattered glass,
Hold your breath until the screaming pass
Shout her name from miles away,
He doesn't move he doesn't stay....

Rip the wound with foolish tears,
And cover the scar with dreaded fears
Taste the pain on your own bandaged tongue,
And drip the tears into her precious lungs
Shoot the smile from her face,
And bring her to a forbidden place
Screaming, she runs away,
He doesn't move he doesn't stay....
Kelsey
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Kelsey
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