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Granted you get great sleep, and are never plagued by anythiong bad ever again. But in return, bad things happen to everyone around you...
I wish this week would go quickly.
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It's not so much the pain
It's more the actual knife
Pretending the picture is perfect
I cut myself to sleep
I close my eyes for a second
And curse my fragile soul
I scream to hide that I'm lonely
The echo calls my name
*ANIMAL CRACKERS*
http://www.myspace.com/persephone_x
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