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I put my head down, clench my hair, and screamI want this horrible life to be a terrible dream
It's like running and not being able to get away
You look behind you always fearing the next day
Tired but you have to keep running you can't sit
All you're doing is falling in an endless pit
Wanting to stop falling and hit the ground
Wanting to be the lost love that's finally found
Like being put on the top shelf and forgotten
Until your spirit dries and your soul starts to rotten
Poetry by Dark Angel
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Written on 2006-11-30 at 04:18
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