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The End Of Me
Contributed by
bloodbeckons
on
Tuesday, 13th June 2006 @ 08:10:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Walking beside you
is something i never wanted to do
Holding my hand
I squirmed and screamed for my freedom
Rules were nothing
Realities were my playground
Everything was wonderful
Feeling the blood rush to my head
i tripped and fell
and hit my head
The rug pulled out from beneath my feet
My stomach churning with regret
I swam out too far
Didnt look both ways
Oh how i wished you had held me back
Or tried harder to convince me
To hold your hand that fateful day
I threw mysef into the thorns
And now i lie here in my own hell
With noone left to blame
We are alone in this dark place
And we all need someone to hold our hands
Read more of my stuff @ fictionpress.com/~akashawn
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2006-06-13 20:10:13] (Date/Time posted on
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