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Contributed by DarkSoulAngel on Sunday, 19th September 2004 @ 09:11:23 PM in AEST
Topic: InternetLove

I bring my head up over the water
The water runs down my face
My make up run down my cheeks and drips into the water
The blood from my hands runs over my skin and the sink
The water turns to a black blood red color
I look up into the mirror
My hair wet with water hangs over my face I breath in deep
And let out slowly I walk away
I stand in front of my full body mirror
My blood is on the glasses
I shake and grab my keys and walk out

My parents ironed me as I walk out
I had 3,000 bucks in my car
My clothes my dogs and cat
I get in and start up and speed away from the Hell I was born in
I cross the state line.
I sit on the hood of my car and wait for him to get home
He steps off the bus and see me
He knows what has happen
He walks up to me and throws down his backpack and hugs me
I brake down and cry
He just holds me
Later he looks over my hands at the cuts and bruises

He understands why I did it
He understands me the most
He is my faith
He is my life
He is my love
He is my soul
He is my everything

Four years seen someone has been like this to me….

Copyright Â© DarkSoulAngel ... [ 2004-09-19 21:11:23]
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