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Death
Contributed by
trev_clev
on
Sunday, 5th February 2006 @ 02:05:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Death and the things that follow frighten those who aren't ready.
He walks in stride with me, three paces behind. I can feel his
presence with the raising of the hair on my neck. I am scared
for the ones I love for the will hurt dearly, which i hate more
then myself.
This must happen....but when? How long must you follow me
until you've decided I've hurt ehough?
My heart aches a pain that has been there for years. From what,
I dont know. I guess only you decide to take life. The decision is
completely out of my hands.
I don't know what I want anymore. I just have one question for you,
If I a happy, why does my heart ache so badly?
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trev_clev
... [
2006-02-05 02:05:30] (Date/Time posted on
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